Salt Lake Telegram | 1925-01-25 | Page 13 | Gardens

I GARDENS I Ii i J By FAITH BALDWIN l lO O Our windows look on gardens turned to stone On strange Still Ull shapes from which not long ago The roses laughed in scarlet merriment And wrote upon the drowsy summer winds Their colored runes of passionate delight But now noy I J J How tin still tilI the garden lies lies' The rhe snow Is frozen foam where slow blue shadows move And summer winds are banished and the rose roseA roseA roseA A crimson memory Yet Tet in our hearts A garden lives and summer knows no death But flowers up in kiss and word and touch In little grateful Teachings out to God In thanks for blossom The blackened he hearth rth Weaves In the room an ardent web of 01 flame And makes I A. A sound like laughter Dear outside The rho garden waits on seasons seasons but but with These old beloved walls the Clock of ot L ve Va Stai Stal ls still sun at Noon and Summer We aYe ave sown own In loyalty and tenderness In truth In understanding and In sorrows shared In pain outlived and in serene delight 1 A garden gardenS that w would turn to Paradise The Tho wide waste places of a n frozen won wonA worl A garden that shall live long after us In these our children whose whoso small voice are The very verj speech of love and whose wide eyes H Hold ld deep the essence of a a. thousand sun 1 From Everybody's Magazine M for 4 J j i. i r. r