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There was a fair green garden sloping	A
From the south east side of the mountain ledge	B
And the earliest tint of the dawn came groping	A
Down through its paths from the day's dim edge	B
The bluest skies and the reddest roses	C
Arched and varied its velvet sod	D
And the glad birds sang as the soul supposes	C
The angels sing on the hills of God	D
I wandered there when my veins seemed bursting	A
With life's rare rapture and keen delight	E
And yet in my heart was a constant thirsting	A
For something over the mountain height	E
I wanted to stand in the blaze of glory	F
That turned to crimson the peaks of snow	G
And the winds from the west all breathed a story	F
Of realms and regions I longed to know	G
I saw on the garden's south side growing	A
The brightest blossoms that breathe of June	H
I saw in the east how the sun was glowing	A
And the gold air shook with a wild bird's tune	H
I heard the drip of a silver fountain	I
And the pulse of a young laugh throbbed with glee	F
But still I looked out over the mountain	I
Where unnamed wonders awaited me	F
I came at last to the western gateway	J
That led to the path I longed to climb	K
But a shadow fell on my spirit straightway	J
For close at my side stood gray beard Time	K
I paused with feet that were fain to linger	L
Hard by that garden's golden gate	M
But Time spoke pointing with one stern finger	L
'Pass on ' he said 'for the day groes late '	N
And now on the chill giay cliffs I wander	L
The heights recede which I thought to find	O
And the light seems dim on the mountain yonder	L
When I think of the garden I left behind	O
Should I stand at last on its summit's splendor	L
I know full well it would not repay	J
For the fair lost tints of the dawn so tender	L
That crept up over the edge o' day	J
I would go back but the ways are winding	A
If ways there are to that land in sooth	P
For what man succeeds in ever finding	A
A path to the garden of his lost youth	P
But I think sometimes when the June stars glisten	I
That a rose scent dufts from far away	J
And I know when I lean from the cliffs and listen	I
That a young laugh breaks on the air like spray	J

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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