Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,
So, deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion
Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.
By Thomas Moore
"B o o k s h e l p m y m i n d w o r k b e t t e r & l o o k a t t h i n g s a t a n o t h e r p e r s p e c t i v e a n d a n g l e"
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