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Gardens of praise

You sent me seeds, I send you flowers: Gardens of praise To grace your morning-glory days. I send you scent of violets And lilac hills, And save the blaze Of russet, gold For autumn days. You sent me seeds. Now in thes e seeds Gardens sleep.

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