U IN PRAISE OF GARDENS U 



And sleep again for many a long, long day, 

 Till the glad birds sing above us, 

 And the warm sun comes to love us. 



" Hark, what the roses sing now, as we go " ; 

 Then very sweet and soft, and very low, 

 A dream of sound across the garden snow, 



Come the chime of roses singing 



To the lily-bells' faint ringing. 



ROSE s SONG 



" Softly sinking through the snow, 

 To our winter rest we go, 

 Underneath the snow to house 

 Till the birds be in the boughs, 

 And the boughs with leaves be fair, 

 And the sunshine everywhere. 

 Softly through the snow we settle, 

 Little snow drops press each petal. 

 Oh, the snow is kind and white, 

 Soft it is, and very light; 

 Soon we shall be where no light is, 

 But where sleep is, and where night is,- 



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