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And holds her lap of flowers, Then skipping lightly on her way Leaves warm and sunny hours. She dresses woods and vales in green, Throws daisies on the hill, Then treading softly in the glade, She dissipates the chill. The Alder tree lets down her hair, Reflected in the pool; The mountain paths wear silver veils When early morns are cool. We've longed for Spring: now she has come With warmth and laughter gay, To wake the world and bless the earth This flowery month of May! Back to the Home Page |
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| You are never closer to God than when you are on your knees in a garden. This was one of my Mother's favorite songs. Every time I hear it, I remember her.
Austin Miles - 1912 I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses. And the voice I hear falling on my ear The Son of God discloses. And He walks with me And He talks with me And He tells me I am his own; And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known. Back to the Home Page |
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Phillis MichaelThere's a thousand million questions That my daughter wants to know- In the middle of the summer When it's hot, why can't it snow? How can little bitty brown seeds Into red tomatoes grow? How do dark clouds up above us Bring the rain just like they do? Why does grass grow all around us 'Stead of just a blade or two? Why do puppies bark to wake us While Sue's kittens only mew? There's a thousand million questions That my daughter wants to ask. Is it, then, dear Lord, too brazen Since to answer is my task, That I beg, oh, please don't let me Wear a grim forbidding mask; Let me spare a workday moment To learn more about such things, Give me wisdom, daily wisdom, From your secret hidden springs-- There's a thousand million questions That my darling daughter brings.Back to the Home Page |