I love my garden of friends; Every morning I view them all, And each weed is just as precious As the stately lilies tall. I love my garden of friends, And caress each lonely weed, For the hand which planted the lily Also sowed this lowly seed. I love my garden of friends, And spend many a happy hour; Each receives the same care and attention Be it a weed, or a flower. I love my garden of friends, As I walk on the soft green sod; No weeding is done in my garden For the gardening is done by God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LAWYER'S INVOCATION TO SPRING by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL A MOTHER'S LOVE by JAMES MONTGOMERY DEAD MEN, TO A METAPHYSICIAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. POLYHYMNIA: FRAGMENTS by WILLIAM BASSE THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 4. TERTIUM QUID by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: ADIEU, MIGNONNE, MA BELLE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A COMMENT ON THE SCRIPTURE: 'IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD', JOHN, I,1 by JOHN BYROM |