  Beneath the waves of ocean blue, The precious pearls are lost from view; Within the darkness of the mine, The gold and uncut diamonds shine; From human sight beneath the sky, The little seeds in waiting lie. Within the mind, like pearls of white, Some hidden thoughts await the light; Which, brightly polished, shall outshine The varied treasures of the mine; And like the seeds that wake to flowers, Shall bless and brighten all life’s hours. |
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