When I count the seeds


When I count the seeds
That are sown beneath,
To bloom so, bye and bye

When I con the people
Lain so low,
To be received as high

When I believe the garden
Mortal shall not see
Pick by faith its blossom
And avoid its Bee,
I can spare this summer, unreluctantly.


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When I count the seeds