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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. | Other Poems of Interest...IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 14 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ANDRE'S LAST REQUEST [OR, REQUEST TO WASHINGTON] [OCTOBER 1, 1780] by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS TO ONE WHO ASKS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |
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