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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY GARDEN, by ELEANOR SMITH THOMAS
First Line: My garden seemed an endless toil
Last Line: And life at last -- a blended whole.
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening
First Line: My garden seemed an endless toil
Last Line: And life at last -- a blended whole.
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening
My garden seemed an endless toil
To rake the leaves, to lift the soil --
The sunshine beamed, the showers fell,
My garden now -- A Magic Spell!
Sometimes life seems a ceaseless grind
To purge the soul -- to feed the mind.
Bright joys shine out -- dark sorrows roll,
And life at last -- A Blended Whole.
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