IN PRAISE OF GARDENS 



A Garden in Spring 



How the lilacs, the lilacs are glowing and 



blowing ! 

 And white through the delicate verdure of 



May 

 The blossoming boughs of the hawthorn are 



showing, 



Like beautiful brides in their bridal array; 

 With cobwebs for laces, and dewdrops for 



pearls, 

 Fine as a queen's dowry for workaday girls. 



And the lilacs, the lilacs are blowing and 



glowing ! 

 They pluck them by handfulls and pile in a 



mass 

 And the sap of the Springtide is rising and 



flowing 

 Through the veins of the greenwood, the 



blades of the grass: 



Up, up, to the last leaf a dance on the tree, 

 It leaps like a fountain abundant and free. 



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