The Upper James 



The bloom, the fragrance, the color apace, 

 Oh ! The joy of life as I face 

 My Garden. 



Terrace on terrace rolls to the stream 

 That peacefully flows in a silvery gleam, 

 Bordered with honeysuckle, the red, coral kind. 

 O'er the fence the wistarias climb. 

 Purple and green, crimson and gold — 

 A pageantry of Nature brilliantly enfold 

 My Garden." 



Edith Dabney Tunis Sale. 



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