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THE PASSION-FLOWER. 
His garden is a pasture-field 
Wherein the flocks repose ; 
And where his choicest flowers were set 
The common clover grows! 
But still we have the passion-flower, 
Although he lieth low, 
And ever may its holy flowers 
In pleasant gardens grow! 
To garland bower and window pane, 
And ever bring to mind, 
The young days of the Christian church, 
Long ages left behind ! 
To bring the abbey’s garden back, 
With its quaint beds and bowers, 
And him the good lay-brother 
That worked among the flowers. 
