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Sweet garden wreathed in fruits and flowers	A
And domed by blue Tyrolean skies	B
Within thy rose encircled bowers	A
Secluded from all curious eyes	B
I find a peaceful paradise	C
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Without the world's fierce strife and yearning	D
In floods of passion ebb and flow	E
Within as in a shrine is burning	D
Reflecting fires of long ago	E
A stormy life's calm afterglow	E
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How sumptuous is the golden splendor	F
Thy yellow roses give my walls	G
Like yonder glow so sweet and tender	F
That o'er the snow at sunset falls	G
And by its spell the soul enthralls	G
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How swiftly pass the happy hours	G
Beside thy palms beneath thy pines	G
As through the fountain's crystal showers	G
I watch the sunlight gild thy vines	G
Against the snow peaks' silvered lines	G
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I lean upon my loggia's railing	D
And view the vineyard's saffron sheen	H
Its amber leaves in glory veiling	D
The purpling grapes that hang between	H
Its long arcades of gold and green	H
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And at the sight my heart is beating	D
With rapture hitherto unknown	I
As with delight I keep repeating	D
In love's triumphant undertone	I
All this is mine my very own	I
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Then with a chill like that which steals	G
Across the vale at set of sun	J
A solemn thought the truth reveals	G
How transient is the prize thus won	J
How short a time my lease can run	J
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Before I thought this garden fair	K
And from its beauty rapture drew	L
How many others breathed its air	K
And glorying in its matchless view	L
Had plucked its roses wet with dew	L
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Where now my vines and violets grow	E
And fill the breeze with odors sweet	M
Two thousand years and more ago	E
Some Roman had his loved retreat	M
And watched the sun and snow peak meet	M
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Rome fell but Maia still remaining	D
Both Goth and Frank the slope desired	N
Through two millenniums still retaining	D
The longing for what all admired	N
The love which ownership inspired	N
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I sometimes fancy that I see	G
Those masters of an earlier age	O
A ghostly line preceding me	G
Across this corner of life's stage	O
The Pagan Christian bard and sage	O
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Each one in turn called thee his own	I
And deemed thee his submissive slave	P
But when a few short years had flown	I
Of all thy wealth what could he save	P
At most thou gavest him a grave	P
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Ephemeral creatures of a day	Q
We move like insects on thy soil	R
And wear our little lives away	Q
In fleeting pleasures or in toil	R
But naught our destiny can foil	R
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A few more Springs thy buds shall quicken	J
A few more Summers bring thy bloom	S
A few more Autumn suns shall thicken	J
The clusters ripening in thy gloom	S
When I for strangers must make room	S
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When other eyes shall see the vision	J
Of Rotheck's pyramid of snow	E
And watch the roseate hues elysian	E
Creep over it at evening's glow	E
As o'er its crest the sun sinks low	E
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Another then will pluck the flowers	G
Whose seeds my loving hand hath sown	E
Another through the mid day hours	G
Will hear the honey bee's dull drone	E
Where other roses shall have blown	E
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These mountains then will still be lifting	D
Their ice crowned summits to the sky	T
The fleecy clouds will still be drifting	D
Above their peaks and pastures high	T
But they will heed not where I lie	T
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Even thou wilt never miss thy master	F
Thy vines and flowers will bloom the same	U
The season's round will move no faster	F
No bud will quench its torch of flame	U
And naught will change here but a name	U
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Yet all who shall with joy succeed me	G
In their turn must thy charms resign	E
When as to all who now precede me	G
Death shall have made the fatal sign	E
To join the ever lengthening line	E
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We owners then are but thy tenants	G
Despite our purchase and our pride	V
To thee what is our transient presence	G
Thou carest not if we abide	V
Among thy roses or have died	V
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Hence let me drain in fullest measure	F
Thy cup of pure Tyrolean wine	E
To day at least I hold thy treasure	F
To day with truth I call thee mine	E
To morrow's sun may never shine	E

John L. Stoddard

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