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Show A Little Garden By ANNE CAMPBELL SUB had a little garden Upon her window sill. She waters it at evening When ail the world is still; A narrow box of beauty That holds the humblest blooms, And yet It feeds a spirit That lives in little rooms. There Is no sweeping vista To bless her city eyes. The walls ore thick around her. They shut away the skies. But souls that crave the woodlands Must have a bit of green. And so above her garden, The neighbors see her lean. She has a little garden As lovely to her sight. As are the flowering acres That grow for your delight ; And In the dewy twilight; When pale stars shine above, I know God gives her garden The blessing of his love ! Copyright. WNU Service. |