THE GARDEN.- A Lulaby.

THE GARDEN.- A Lulaby.
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A fairy lamb as white as snow
Through all your dreams shall come and go,
And you shall follow where he leads
Through dusk-deep woods and blossomy meads,
To where a little garden stands
Laid out for you by fairy hands,
Set round with red-coned tamarack-
Four walls to keep the great world back-
With lovely avenues whose shade
By spruce and eglantine is made,
With oread ferns in shady spots
And shoals of blue forget-me-nots,
With rows of crimson hollyhocks,
And columbine, and spicy stocks,
And other, fairer blossoms, known
To folk of childlike heart alone-
The yellow lily, whose romance Grew not on any field of France,
One white, ethereal immortelle
From those lost woods we loved so well,
And that Blue Rose whose petals gleam
So richly by the paths of dream.
O Baby, let your wee hands keep
Some flowers when you come back from sleep!
-From “Dream Verses and Others.”