Sunday Morning Peace
Who Loves a Garden
Who loves a garden
Finds within his soul
Life's whole;
He hears the anthem of the soil
While ingrates toil:
And sees beyond his little sphere
The waving fronds of heaven, clear.
--Louise Seymour Jones
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I really like that. The slight lilt of the poem is beautiful!
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