Friendship’s Garden 
Pause by my little garden gate, 
And pluck a rose or two; 
That little paling fence 
Need not bar my love for you. 
Though we be strangers in this old world, 
Friendships like flowers grow, 
And tate may bring me close to you— 
If you'll pluck a rose or so. 
Pause by my little garden gate 
W hen the flowers are wet with dew; 
God put them there in that cool earth 
For me to share with you. 
The fragrance from their pretty leaves 
Gives perfume to the air; 
Come, help yourself, dear stranger— 
For there are flowers to spare. 
Pause by my little garden gate 
Or throw it open wide; 
And come right in, and stroll about; 
The flowers are inside, 
Your favorite flower will nod its head 
And say—‘How do you do.” 
So stop, dear stranger—come right in— 
There’s a welcome here for you. 
Pause by my little garden gate 
And tarry there awhile; — 
I'll give to you my flowers rare, 
And we'll exchange a smile, 
And who can tell what life may bring— 
To me—and also you— 
That is—if you will come right in, 
And pluck a rose or two. 
