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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...THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE CHESSBOARD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TO A MOUSE, ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH by ROBERT BURNS WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE NEW HEAVEN, NEW WAR by ROBERT SOUTHWELL DISILLUSIONMENT OF TEN O'CLOCK by WALLACE STEVENS THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 3. THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |
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