Poems (Angier)/The Heart's Garden
THE HEART'S GARDEN.
The heart is a garden, where grow Sweet flowers and poisonous weeds;And each passing moment we sow Of one or the other the seeds.
If thoughts are unselfish and kind, Pure, gentle, and tender, and true,We shall ne'er in our heart's garden find The nightshade, and hemlock, and rue;
But blossoms than Eden's more fair, Exhaling a sweeter perfume;Their breath bearing balm for all care, In richest profusion shall bloom.
Since you, friend, and I, every hour Are scattering broadcast this seed;Know, every good thought blooms a flower, The bad, springs a poisonous weed.