" Too long," I cried, "I cannot carry on; 'Is there no balm in Gilead' for me?" Soft as a morning beam, the answer came: A little bud without a sign of bloom awakened sweet, angelic thoughts. I mused: Impatient probing will not bring to view the velvet petals or their rosy hue, nor stir untimely fragrance.
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