The Child in the Garden

When to the garden of untroubled thoughtI came of late, and saw the open door,And wished again to enter, and exploreThe sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought,And bowers of innocence with beauty fraught,It seemed some purer voice must speak beforeI dared to tread that garden loved of yore,That Eden lost unknown and found unsought.

Then just within the gate I saw a child,—A stranger-child, yet to my heart most dear,—He held his hands to me, and softly smiled With eyes that knew no shade of sin or fear: "Come in," he said, "and play a while with me; I am the little child you used to be."

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The Lectures
July 18, 1903
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