The Package Of Seeds

I paid a dime for a package of seeds And the clerk tossed it out with a flip.

“We’ve got ‘em assorted for every man’s needs,”

He said, with a smile on his lip, “Pansies and poppies and asters and peas – Ten cents a package! and pick as you please.”

Now seeds are just dimes to the man in the store, And dimes are the things that he needs; – And I’ve been to buy them in seasons before, But have thought of them merely as seeds; But it flashed through my mind as I took them this time, “You have purchased a miracle here for a dime!”

“You’ve a dime’s worth of power which no man can create, You’ve a dime’s worth of life in your hand! You’ve a dime’s worth of mystery, destiny, fate, Which the wisest cannot understand: In this bright little package, now isn’t it odd? You’ve a dime’s worth of something known only to’ God!”

These ,are seeds, but the plants and the blossoms are here With their petals of various hues; In these little pellets, so dry and so queer, There is power which no chemist can fuse. Here is one of God’s miracles soon to unfold; Thus for ten cents an ounce is Divinity sold!

– Edgar A. Guest

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