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Five little buds grouped round the parent stem,

Growing in sweet airs, beneath gracious skies,

Watched tenderly from sunrise to sunrise,

Lest blight, or chill, or evil menace them.

Five small and folded buds, just here and there

Giving a hint of what the bloom may be,

When to reward the long close ministry

The buds shall blossom into roses fair.

Soft dews fall on you, dears, soft breezes blow,

The noons be tempered and the snows be kind,

And gentle angels watch each stormy wind,

And turn it from the garden where you grow.