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the flower distils its nectar for the bee the bee produces wax to line the hive the farmer grows his flax for woven cloth the wife spins all the yield for thread and wick the daughter dips her candles one by one into the beeswax-hot now growing layer on layer the wick runs through the finished taper white the chain complete - with glowing ember to light the waiting wick-then flower the bee the wax the patient work-all burst into the glorious blazing flame of life renewed the resurrection under different form of this the meld of such unlikely Parts: into the final beauteous useful shining Whole: and I Wonder what are the Odds that all of This could come about by ''Chance''