The Garden of Rest 



Girdled with elms, wherein the loud rooks build, 

 With dreaming hush of its remoteness filled, 

 Where every sound that breaks the slumb'rous air 

 Accentuates the peace that lingers there, 

 One of God's restful grave-set gardens lies, 

 Where His flowers sleep till He shall bid them 



nse * Edith Nesbit Bland. 



