Poems (Hoffman)/My Garden
MY GARDEN
Once I'd have called this garden, lonely,
This dreamy garden, full of songs,
Of roses, birds and just "we" only;
But I have learned more of earth's wrongs,
Have learned that souls have starved for these
Sweet nature things, that are my part;
Oh, oh, to paint on every heart,
The sweet, glad blessedness of peace!
This dreamy garden, full of songs,
Of roses, birds and just "we" only;
But I have learned more of earth's wrongs,
Have learned that souls have starved for these
Sweet nature things, that are my part;
Oh, oh, to paint on every heart,
The sweet, glad blessedness of peace!