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The rose there in the garden
Shares its rich and rare perfume;
Though not a word is spoken
We quite naturally assume
That it's one more gift from God,
One more proof of Love divine;
Multiplied with thousands more
Simply boggles heart and mind.
He's the One who shaped the world
Ere it had both frame or form;
He can bid the winds to cease,
He can ride upon the storm.
[ Georgia B. Adams -- From Bill Dorman ]
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