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OCTAVES IN A GARDEN: 12. LOST INHERITANCE by ARTHUR W. UPSON

First Line: THIS IS MY LOST INHERITANCE. I LOOK
Last Line: TO SOD RESTORES OLD FUNCTIONS I FORSOOK.
Subject(s): GARDENS & GARDENING; INHERITANCE AND SUCCESSION;
THIS is my lost inheritance. I look
With brotherliest affections yearning forth
To the flower-bearing sod. Oh, what is worth
The strange estate of flesh I strangely took?
In the soft soil the garden breezes shook
From the wall chink but now, there's measure of earth
To match my body's dust when its rebirth
To sod restores old functions I forsook.



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