Poems (Hoffman)/My Garden

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MY GARDEN
Once I'd have called this garden, lonely,This dreamy garden, full of songs,Of roses, birds and just "we" only;But I have learned more of earth's wrongs,Have learned that souls have starved for theseSweet nature things, that are my part;Oh, oh, to paint on every heart,The sweet, glad blessedness of peace!
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