House and Garden 
When I shall have a garden of my own, 
All wild and free and fair, 
Where, for you, as in my heart. 
There’ll be a corner set apart. 
My friend, will you come there? 
Bring with you, then, into that tangled spot, 
\ our tender thoughts and brave. 
All those gentle things of life 
Which wearied of the blinding strife 
A sanctuary crave. 
And there with love and peace to hedge us in. 
The world’s unrest may wait; 
While from the tired hours 
We steal a moment mid the flowers. 
Within my garden gate. 
— Claire H allace Hyiui 
Respite 
J20 
