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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 saw God wash the world last night With his sweet showers on high, And then, when morning came, I saw Him hang it out to dry. He Washed each tiny blade of grass And every trembling tree; He flung his showers against the hill, And swept the billowing sea. |
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This is an excerpt from a poem Written by William L. Stidger |
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