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1850–1919

THE WEED

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A weed is but an unloved flower! Go dig, and prune, and guide, and wait, Until it learns its high estate, And glorifies some bower.

A weed is but an unloved flower! All sin is virtue unevolved, Release the angel from the clod - Go love thy brother up to God.

Behold each problem solved. All sin is virtue unevolved.

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