44 TRANSACTIONS, &c. 



In Eden's midst tlie Gardener stood, 

 His heart elate with joy and pride. 



For, 'mid the works, all " very good," 



Fairest of flowers, there, bloomed his bride. 



At dewy morn, or eve serene, 



With song of praise, or prayer of love, 



They, with no veil of sin between. 

 Held converse with the world above. 



But taste of sin our parents knew. 

 And with it, weary exile came ; 



Lo — the sweet lawns to thistles grew ; 

 Lo — at the gate, a sword of flame. 



Yet, as around the exiles' feet, 

 The roses of the desert spring, 



The fragrance of their long lost seat 

 Comes back with healing on its wing. 



So with the children of our clime ; 



Amid the garden's fruits and flowers, 

 We catch the fragrance of that time. 



The airs blown fresh from Eden's bowers. 



SONG. 



When Adam first, o'er Eden looked, 



And gave a friendly greeting, 

 He found the fruits were ready cooked, 



And flowers were dressed for meeting. 

 The herds were feeding midst the brakes, 



The birds were gaily flying, 

 The fishes scooting through the lakes, 



Without a thought of frying. 



And when he met, in Hymen's bowers 



The maiden and her Father, 

 She wore no jewels but the flowers. 



That she'd been out to gather, 



