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Now the terraced hills of the gardens. 
Are waving their blossoms rare. 
And down in the valleys and bottoms. 
The bloom is gorgeously fair. 
Now the slopes and the little levels, 
Decked in their coats of green, 
Dotted and striced with color, 
A dazzling beauty sheen. 
And the birds in the trees are singing 
Above the winding stream. 
If you’ll come and forget your trouble 
And enjoy this beauty dream. 
Your joy and our joy blending, 
fill in a measure re-pay. 
The life-time of care and labor. 
That fashioned the gardens this v/ay. 
And if for a time your heart aches, 
Be rendered a bit less sad. 
And you’re lead closer to our Savious, 
Then we will indeed be glad, 
A nickel apiece for the blossoms. 
If you wish to take them away. 
Gather the ones you like best. 
And come again some day. 
Twenty miles south from Grand Island, 
On the banks of the river Blue, 
Ten north east from Hastings, 
The Peony Gardens bloom for you. 
Herbert F. Warren. 
