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My Flower Room is such a little place, / Scarce twenty feet by nine; yet in that space / I have met God; yea, many a radiant hour / Have talked with Him, the All-Embracing-Cause, / About His laws. / And He has shown me, in each vine and flower / Such miracles of power / That day by day this Flower Room of mine / Has come to be a shrine.
Fed by the self-same soil and atmosphere / Pale, tender shoots appear / Rising to greet the light in that sweet room. / One speeds to crimson bloom; / One slowly creeps to unassuming grace; / One climbs, one trails; / One drinks the light and moisture; / One exhales.