Garden Friends
by J. Harold Gwynne
Whoever tends a garden
Has many gentle friends....
The beauty of the morning,
The peace when daytime ends.
The birds their carols singing,
The flowers of lovely hue.
The tender plants upspringing,
The leafy foliage new.
The dew, the rain, the sunshine.
The soft and verdant sod...
The deep and mystic feeling
Of walking close with God.
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