IN A GARDEN WILD.
There is a garden, A garden wild, And m it wanders A little child. , The angels are fraying A path for his feet, And high m the branches The birds sing sweet. .. And who can know How His heart may yearn, Or who can see What His eyes discern? But Mary is calling "Come home, my son; The shadows are falling, The clay is done." —Lady Lindsay, m "A Posy of Christmas Carols."
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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXX, Issue 9642, 17 January 1903, Page 6 (Supplement)
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77IN A GARDEN WILD. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXX, Issue 9642, 17 January 1903, Page 6 (Supplement)
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