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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY MOTHER'S GARDEN, by ALICE E. ALLEN First Line: Her heart is like her garden Last Line: The fragrance of her life. | |||
HER HEART is like her garden, Old-fashioned, quaint and sweet, With here a wealth of blossoms, And there a still retreat. Sweet violets are hiding, We know as we pass by, And lilies, pure as angel thoughts, Are opening somewhere nigh. Forget-me-nots there linger, To full perfection brought, And there bloom purple pansies In many a tender thought. There love's own roses blossom, As from enchanted ground, And lavish perfume exquisite The whole glad year around. And in that quiet garden -- The garden of her heart -- Songbirds are always singing Their songs of cheer apart. And from it floats forever, O'ercoming sin and strife, Sweet as the breath of roses blown, The fragrance of her life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO EXEMPTION FOR TOURISTS by KAREN SWENSON ON COMMUNISTS; EPIGRAM by EBENEZER ELLIOTT THE HUDSON by GEORGE SIDNEY HELLMAN LONG ISLAND SOUND by EMMA LAZARUS THE MORAL FABLES: THE TRIAL OF THE FOX by AESOP THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 3 by ALFRED AUSTIN |
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