his powers, and to save the remnant of his shattered life it was 

 a garden for which the wise physician had expressly stipulated, 

 for he looked to a garden to complete the cure. 



And I am sure that one born later a poet too, though com- 

 paratively unknown but voiced the silent thought of Coleridge 

 when he wrote : 



" A garden is a lovesome thing, 

 God wot, 

 Rose plot, 

 Fringed pool, 

 Ferned Grot, 

 The veriest school 

 Of peace ; and yet the fool 



Contends that God is not 

 Not God ! in gardens, and when 



The eve is cool ? 

 Nay, but I have a sign, 

 'Tis very sure God walks in mine." 



T. E. BROWN. 



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