[Written for the Sentinel]

My Garden

I KNOW a hidden garden, where
In Mind's sweet solitude,
Pure thoughts unfold like flowers rare,
And nothing thrives but good.

Through patient years of love and toil,
Uprooting weeds of strife,
Desire and prayer enriched the soil,
To grow the things of Life.

And when my thoughts are pure and calm,
And earthly longings cease,
'Tis then I find Love's healing balm,
'Mid flowering paths of peace.

For Love is the transforming power,
The Life of everything;
Each budding thought bursts into flower,
In Love's eternal spring.

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