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Small and minute not lofty or grand This little wonder ignored by man In the soil it patiently wait to arise God’s creation that man has minimized II Yes slowly so slowly it ventures forth to grow Though seasons of warm reins and blankets of snow Unnoticed by man in his madness and haste The monument increases at God’s set pace III Time moves on cutting man down to size Oh, the vanity of man is right before our eyes Our generations pass on in death and birth Now we go unnoticed by this giant on earth IV
Caressed by the sun, loving the rain Without madness or haste nor vanity or shame Will we slow down to look out and see That graves are often shaded by mere trees
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