garden beloved by the Man of Sorrows, Gethsemane, 

 where we could never picture the blossoming of roses, 

 or murmurous hum of summer bees, but only the 

 sombre garden walks, and One kneeling among the 

 olives, and dark, heavy drops upon the grass, and 

 near to this, the Garden of the Sepulchre in a 

 dewy dawn-light, angel -haunted. These were our 

 Gardens of the Soul. (( r B (/ ^ M ^ B ^ 



He that walkes with God can never want a good 

 walke, and good company. There is no garden well 

 contrived but that which hath an Enoch's walk in it. 



Sir William Waller. 



The Garden of Forgiveness 



There is a garden, far, oh, far away, 



Kept for the souls who sinned and suffered most. 

 The sword of God forever guards the way, 



And round its borders camps a heavenly host. 



A gentle wind breathes through the tufted grass, 

 Rich with the scent of roses in their bloom; 



And, with the wind, all sins and sorrows pass, 

 Leaving a sweet contentment in their room. 



Here are no troubles; here are none that weep; 



Here come no thoughts of sadness or despair; 

 But fairest flowers, in fullest beauty, sleep ; 



And softest sunlight fills the dreaming air. 



The murmurings of fountains, low and sweet, 

 Forever fill the ear and never cease, 



Soothing the silence with a gentle heat, 



Like kindly voices speaking words of peace. 



And here, forever and forever rest 



The weary souls, unburdened of their sin ; 



And cursed things are here forgiven and blessed; 

 And wicked hearts are made all clean within. 



Bertrand Shadwell. 



