The Happy Garden 



I have heard the rhythm of the trees and the wind 

 and the clouds take shape in these words : 



" Our faith is ours and comes not on a tide; 

 And whether Earth's great offspring, by decree, 

 Must rot if they abjure rapacity, 

 Not argument but effort shall decide." 



My garden is my Effort, and in the making of 

 it George Meredith has counted for much. He 

 was my friend. 



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