I love my garden of friends; Every morning I view them all, And each weed is just as precious As the stately lilies tall. I love my garden of friends, And caress each lonely weed, For the hand which planted the lily Also sowed this lowly seed. I love my garden of friends, And spend many a happy hour; Each receives the same care and attention Be it a weed, or a flower. I love my garden of friends, As I walk on the soft green sod; No weeding is done in my garden For the gardening is done by God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRACE FOR CHILDREN by ROBERT HERRICK THE ENCHANTMENT by THOMAS OTWAY TO A LADY: SHE REFUSING TO CONTINUE A DISPUTE WITH ME by MATTHEW PRIOR ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 5. ON LOVE OF PRAISE by MARK AKENSIDE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 68. AL-KADAR by EDWIN ARNOLD I WOULD NOT LIFT THY VEIL by A. LOUISE ASHWORTH CLEVEDON VERSES: 8. THE BRISTOL CHANNEL by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |