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As seeds in the womb of earth break from the brooding darkness, Or as the soul soars free, heaven-seeking from the grave, So the hopeless soil of a dungeon blossoms to rapture, Blooms with roses of Love, more sweet than the wildling rose! And when had Paula ever felt happier than at the moment when this offering from her lover, this humble prison-flower, first reached her.
As seeds in the womb of earth break from the brooding darkness, Or as the soul soars free, heaven-seeking from the grave, So the hopeless soil of a dungeon blossoms to rapture, Blooms with roses of Love, more sweet than the wildling rose! And when had Paula ever felt happier than at the moment when this offering from her lover, this humble prison-flower, first reached her.
As seeds in the womb of earth break from the brooding darkness, Or as the soul soars free, heaven-seeking from the grave, So the hopeless soil of a dungeon blossoms to rapture, Blooms with roses of Love, more sweet than the wildling rose! And when had Paula ever felt happier than at the moment when this offering from her lover, this humble prison-flower, first reached her.
To the masculine mind this needlework seems nothing more than a purposeless stabbing and sewing of strips of calico; but to lonely womanhood it is the prison-flower of the captive, it is the spider of Latude. Mr. Sheldon brought his guest an evening newspaper. "There's an account of the opening of Parliament," he said, "which you may perhaps like to see.
But I have not yet told you what this prison-flower taught the lonely prisoner. As day by day he watched the growth of that humble little plant, God spoke to him. He had spent his life without thinking much about God, and when he had thought about Him, he had been like that poor proud man of whom God's word says that he is a "fool," although men may think him very clever.
"I am ready to hope even in spite of Mr. Sheldon's opposing influence. You must not try to crush this one little floweret that has grown up in a barren waste, Diana. It is my prison-flower." Mrs. Sheldon came into the room as he said this.
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