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THE GARDEN. 
Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, 
All dyed with rainbow-light, 
All fashioned with supremest grace 
Unspringing day and night:— 
Springing in valleys green and low, 
And on the mountains high, 
And in the silent wilderness 
Where no man passes by ? 
Our outward life requires them not— 
Then wherefore had they birth ?— 
To minister delight to man, 
To beautify the earth ; 
To comfort man—to whisper hope, 
„ Whene’er his faith is dim. 
For who so careth for the flowers 
Will much more care for him ! 
THE GARDEN. 
I had a Garden when a child; 
I kept it all in order ; 
’Twas full of flowers as it could be, 
And London-pride was its border. 
