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Say hast thou seen a trembling plant,
Of feeble bloom and lowly birth;
Which every passing blast might bend,
In sadness to its Mother earth;

Till some kind hand would pierce the shade,
That hid it from the cheering sky;
[[Underlined]] Thine [[Underlined]]is that gentle culturing hand;
The [[Underlined]] weak [[Underlined]]and [[Underlined]] trembling [[Underlined]] plant, am I.

And while that plant of life shall taste,
And press this low and earthly spot,
The hand that reared it from the waste,
Shall never, never, be forgot!

The rash resolve, the headlong course,
The heart too quickly set,
Make bitter work for deep remorse
And for a long regret.

Then bow to hear this lesson meek,
And let it check thy pride,
Be swift to hear, and slow to speak,
And cautious to decide.