Thursday, July 14, 2011

by: Thomas Edward Brown

A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!

Rose plot,

Fringed pool,

Ferned grot--

The veriest school

Of peace; and yet the fool

Contends that God is not--

Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?

Nay, but I have a sign;

’Tis very sure God walks in mine

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