The Lord God planted a garden

In the first white days of the world,

And he set there an angel  warden

In a garment of light enfurled.

 

So near to the peace of Heaven,

That the hawk might nest with the wren,

For there in the cool of the evening

God walked with the first of men.

 

The kiss of the sun for pardon,

The song of the birds for mirth

One is nearest God’s heart in a garden

Than anywhere else on earth.

DOROTHY FRANCES GURNEY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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