A GARDEN 



Come not with careless feet 



To tread my garden's unfrequented ways. 

 No highroad this, no busy clanging street, 



No place of petty shows and fond displays. 

 Here there are blossoms sweet 



That shrink and pine from inconsiderate gaze; 

 And here the birds repeat 



Only to loving ears their truest lays. 

 Hither I can retreat 



And drink of peace where peace unravished stays. 

 Herein are streams of sorrow no man knows 

 Herein a well of joy inviolate flows; 

 Come not with careless feet 

 To soil my garden's sanctuary ways. 



ANONYMOUS. 



