A flower puff was given to me,
By Heaven's hands.
It lay sweetly, not moving,
In my human hands.
I saw this puff,
As God's amazing invention,
Where he breathed his Mighty,
Breath with much intention.
I loved this flower puff you see.
It was in my hand, Heaven's glee,
To make me wonder who made it so sweet,
So to make my wondering eyes to it meet.
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