Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY MOTHER'S GARDEN, by ALICE E. ALLEN First Line: Her heart is like her garden Last Line: The fragrance of her life. | ||||||||
HER HEART is like her garden, Old-fashioned, quaint and sweet, With here a wealth of blossoms, And there a still retreat. Sweet violets are hiding, We know as we pass by, And lilies, pure as angel thoughts, Are opening somewhere nigh. Forget-me-nots there linger, To full perfection brought, And there bloom purple pansies In many a tender thought. There love's own roses blossom, As from enchanted ground, And lavish perfume exquisite The whole glad year around. And in that quiet garden -- The garden of her heart -- Songbirds are always singing Their songs of cheer apart. And from it floats forever, O'ercoming sin and strife, Sweet as the breath of roses blown, The fragrance of her life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT THE COLLEGE COLONEL by HERMAN MELVILLE TO GIOVANNI DA PISTOIA ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL, 1509 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI S. MARY MAGDALEN'S OINTMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE BATTLE OF VIENNA by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN |
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