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A Garden of Olives
I will out into my garden to hear the birds sing,
The dawn is green and golden, the night hath taken wing;
The dews so fresh and fragrant the world to smiles will win,—
I will out into my garden, where many birds begin.
The dawn is green and golden, the night hath taken wing;
The dews so fresh and fragrant the world to smiles will win,—
I will out into my garden, where many birds begin.
Within my walled garden the morning's like wine,
With rue and balm of healing, and rose and lily fine;
And in the wide green dawning there's naught of soil and sin,—
I will out into my garden to hear the birds begin.
With rue and balm of healing, and rose and lily fine;
And in the wide green dawning there's naught of soil and sin,—
I will out into my garden to hear the birds begin.
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And through mine olive garden perchance that One goes,
As in an Easter dawning of sapphire and rose,
With blessed feet still bleeding where bitter nails went in,—
I will out into my garden, where many birds begin.
As in an Easter dawning of sapphire and rose,
With blessed feet still bleeding where bitter nails went in,—
I will out into my garden, where many birds begin.
O in mine olive garden the ransomed ones sing,
And in mine olive garden the clear waters spring,
With lilies white and golden, and balm of life and spice;
And in mine olive garden are bowers of Paradise.
And in mine olive garden the clear waters spring,
With lilies white and golden, and balm of life and spice;
And in mine olive garden are bowers of Paradise.
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