[Written for the Sentinel.]

A GARDEN HYMN

My garden glows
With flowers of God's adorning,
His goodness shows
This lovely sunlit morning.

Blessed to know
That we may look on Him,
Where'er they grow—
In sun, or shelter dim.

My gardens shine
With fruits of Love's fulfilling;
From tree and vine
The precious store is spilling.

Blessed to know,
When hungry, we may gather
Fruits for our need
Provided by the Father.

My garden sings—
So full of beauty 'tis
Of God's sweet growing things—
My heart a garden is!

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December 14, 1907
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