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The mind of the thinking man resembles the
soil beneath whose surface lies many precious
seeds-every rain calls forth buds, and every
beam of the sun produces flowers. Fruits fail not
in there due time. The flower garden ofa mind
merely learned endures but during the night
The flowers whittier away under the rays of the
sun, and are followed by no fruits.