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The
kiss of the sun for Pardon
The
song of the bird for mirth
You
are nearer God's heart
in
a garden,
Than
anywhere else on earth.
Anon.
God Almighty first
planted a garden
And indeed it is the
purest of pleasure Francis
Bacon |
Who loves a garden
Finds within his soul
Life's whole;
He hears the anthem of
the soil
While ingrates toil;
And sees beyond his
little sphere
The waving fronds of
heaven, clear.
Louise Seymore Jone
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