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To Your Garden-Beautiful
When soft and flowing curves fall, like shadows
On the heather, oft' call we fortunate
The viewer of it. Though nature's stage is
No accident, the weather nor sunset
Chance, other well-pleasing forms are much more
Deliberate. Gentle seas at sunrise,
The taste of tree meats and, from the field, chore-
Breezes carrying softly songs of the wise
Forest's children. None could I ever hear,
See or taste, but for fruits of a different
Garden where deep the plow has furrowed. There,
Those gentle lush and swelling fields have lent
A most clear glass so nature may be praised.
To your garden-beautiful, this be phrased.
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