23 Bird Day Book 



MY HEART IS IN A GARDEN OF ROSES 



MY HEART is a garden of roses, 

 And for thee a posey I twine ; 

 Love's honey dew on them reposes, 

 And all of its sweetness is thine. 



There breathes from my garden of roses 

 The odorous breath of the spring; 



A fragrance as fresh as from oases 

 Cool winds o'er the desert bring. 



Fair queen of my garden of roses, 



My heart is thy home and thy throne ; 



I make thee a crown of sweet posies, 

 For this flow'ry kingdom's thine own. 



At morn my fair garden of roses 



Is awakened by strains of sweet song ; 



At eve, when in Dreamland it dozes, 

 A thousand bright visions throng. 



Traversing my garden of roses, 



Are walks lined with lovely parterres ; 



Each step some new landscape discloses, 

 Far-veiled in the Edenly airs. 



Come into my garden of roses, 

 And walk with me, hand in hand, 



Unto where life's golden gate closes, 

 At home in the sunset land. 



