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MY GARDEN

From the October 1890 issue of The Christian Science Journal


Down in my garden are blossoms fair, Lifting their heads to the sun's bright rays; Scattering perfume upon the air, As incense sweet to the summer days. When the earth with opening blade was green, I watched each leaf as it came in sight; Carefully plucking the weeds between My flowers, seeking the warmth and light.