The little flower, when crushed in the palm of the hand, yields a sweeter fragrance.
And could our inner sight be opened at such times, we would behold the departing perfume, the life-sustaining principle of the decaying flower resolve itself into its original form, and ascend in a more sublimated condition to its native home in the Garden of Paradise.
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