MY MOTHER'S GARDEN.
* » Her heart was like her garden, j Old-fashioned, quaint, and sweet, ! A wealth of buds and blossoms HW in a still retreat. Sweet violets of sympathy Were always opening there, And lilies white and pure unclosed,Each one a whispered prayer* Forget-me-nots there lingered, 5 jyj. To late perfection brought, ** And there bloomed purple pansies In many a tender thought. There hope's first snowdrops toolq , deep root And flowered because they must ; There love's own roses reached torwards heaven On trellises of trust. 1 # And in that quiet garden— f The garden of her heart—- . Songbirds built nests, and carollied Their songs of cheer apart ; And from it still flonts back to us, O'ercoming sin and strife, Sweet as the breath of roses blown, The fragrance of her life. Alice M. Allen.
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Northland Age, Volume 3, Issue 22, 8 January 1907, Page 2
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