The Garden

  
‘Twas on your gentle rolling slopes, lined with verdant green,

That I, this child, alone and lost, sweet paradise, did glean.

Calling me, and drawing close, the promise of joys unseen,

Yet even now, the scent of earth, from life, its bitter, wean.

~ D.F.

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