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The Forgotten Garden

Strolling along a country lane
I had not visited in many years,
past a large mansion,
the work of a fine architect,
fitly framed together,
built not just for then,
but for the coming ages!
Still in good repair.
Behind it, the spreading space
where once a wondrous garden
bloomed in awesome beauty!
The great lady working there,
training the roses to climb just so,
clipping, uprooting, planting,
she had time to talk, working away,
or resting under a shady arbor.
She doesn't get out much anymore.
Now you could scarcely tell how
her garden ran to the rippling creek
whose unpolluted waters
tumbled over the rocks,
passing through the old spring house.
The lilac bushes, rose of Sharon
and many a rare, exotic, colorful plant,
a blossoming myriad of loveliness,
long gone to grasses and wildflowers.
I think I glimpsed her through a window.
The years draw nigh,
passing away says the world,
the glory of the past,
the beauty which once was.
Only the hope of Heaven remains,
the promises of our God
stand sure and true!


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The Forgotten Garden

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