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[[stamped]] JUN [[?]] 1924 [[/stamped]]

[[underlined] For Prize  Competition [[/underlined]]

I hold in my hand one of Burpee's seeds.  It is so small that I can hardly see it, yet what I see is only the outer covering of -- what?

I plant it.  That outer covering disappears, and there emerges a miracle, - amiracle so common that we forget to wonder at it.  Foliage; flowers to delight the senses; food for the use of man.  All from a germ all but invisible.  What captain of industry, had he [[factiroes corrected by hand]] factories covering the earth, could dream of such production, so much from so little.

Good seeds grow.  Burpee's seeds grow.  But what is the seed ?  What is the life force within the tiny envelope ?  Naturalists, Botanists, Chemists, Philosophers can tell no more than I.

"Flower in the crannied wall ...
... if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and Man is."

So I must be content to do my part.  Choose the best seed carefully.  Carefully plant and tend it; reap my harvest thankfully, the reward of my labors and the gift of Nature.

That is what Burpee's seeds have done for me, - taught me to think and thank.

[[signed]] S. Banwell [[/signed]]
S. Banwell
P.O.Box 659,
Grimsby, Ont. Canada.