Fields of Gold

Little seems the flowers grow
When we behold their grace
Pure and gold the seeds we sew,
Their nascence we embrace.

Beauty in their innocence
Virtue in their unstained self
We, absorbed with reverence
In delight, and pride of our wealth

Suddenly the flowers bloom
Before our wondered eyes
Wherewith the gift, which we assume,
To watch the flowers rise.

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