Poem October 25, 1919 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

My Garden

SALLIE E. TABOR

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.

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