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^[[464]] [[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.