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	God's Garden The kiss of the sun for pardon, The song of the birds for mirth, One is nearer God's heart in a garden Than anywhere else on earth, Dorothy Frances Gurney (1858-1932)


	The Green Linnet Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat! And birds and flowers once more to greet, My last year's friends together. *William Wordsworth (1770-1850)*


	The Glory of the Garden Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees, So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray For the Glory of the Garden that it may not pass away! *Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)*


	When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle...and from this bush in the door-yard, With delicate-color'd blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig, with its flower, I break. *Walt Whitman (1819-1892)*


	Thaw Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass. *Edward Thomas (1878-1917)*


	April The roofs are shining from the rain, The sparrows twitter as they fly, And with a windy April grace The little clouds go by. Yet the back yards are bare and brown With only one unchanging tree-- I could not be so sure of Spring Save that it sings in me. *Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)*


	April Rain Song Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk. The rain makes running pools in the gutter. The rain plays a little sellp-song on our roof at night-- And I love the rain. *Langston Hughes (1902-1967)*


	The Gardener The gardener in his old brown hands Turns over the brown earth, As if he loves and understands The flowers before their birth, The fragile little childish strands He buries in the earth. Like pious children one by one He sets them head by head, And draws the clothes, when all is done, Closely about each head, And leaves his children to sleep on In the one quiet bed. *Arthur Symons (1865-1945)*


	Violets Under the green hedges, after the snow, There do the dear little violets grow; Hiding their modest and beautiful heads Under the hawthorn in soft mossy beds. Sweet as the roses and blue as the sky, Down there do the dear little violets lie; Hiding their heads where they scarce may be seen, By the leaves you may know where the violet hath been. *John Moultrie (1799-1874)*


	Ah! Sunflower Ah, Sunflower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime, Where the traveler's journey is done; Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sunflower wishes to go! *William Blake (1757-1827)*


	Roses You love the roses--so do I. I wish The sky would rain down roses, as they rain From off the shaken bush. Why will it not? Then all the valley would be pink and white And soft to tread on. They would fall as light As feathers, smelling sweet: and it would be Like sleeping and yet waking, all at once. *George Eliot (1819-1880)*


	Who Loves a Garden Who loves a garden Finds within his soul Life's whole; He hears the anthem of the soil While ingrates toil; And sees beyond his little sphere The waving fronds of heaven, clear. *Louise Seymore Jones*

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