MY MOTHER'S GARDEN.

Lake County Press, Issue 2138, 4 October 1906, Page 7

MY MOTHER'S GARDEN.

Her heart was like her gardeo, Old-fashioned, quaint, and sweet, A wealth of buds and blossoms Hid in a still retreat. Sweet violets of sympathy Were always opening therej 3| And lilies white and pure unclosed. Each one a whispered prayer. Forget-me-nots there lingered. To late perfection brought, And there bloomed purple pansies In many a tender thought. Then- hope's first snowdrops took deep root And dowered because they must ; There love's own roses reached towards heaven On trellises of trust. And in that quiet garden— The garden of Iter heart— Songbirds built nests, and carolled Their songs of cheer apart ; And from it still floats back to us, O'crcoming sin and strife,Sweet as the breath of roses blown, The fragrance of her life. Alice it. Allen.