Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

God's Garden - Poem by Robert Frost

God made a beatous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
And to this beauteous garden
He brought mankind to live,
And said: 'To you, my children,
These lovely flowers I give.
Prune ye my vines and fig trees,
With care my flowerets tend,
But keep the pathway open
Your home is at the end.'

Then came another master,
Who did not love mankind,
And planted on the pathway
Gold flowers for them to find.
And mankind saw the bright flowers,
That, glitt'ring in the sun,
Quite hid the thorns of av'rice
That poison blood and bone;
And far off many wandered,
And when life's night came on,
They still were seeking gold flowers,
Lost, helpless and alone.


O, cease to heed the glamour
That blinds your foolish eyes,
Look upward to the glitter
Of stars in God's clear skies.
Their ways are pure and harmless
And will not lead astray,
Bid aid your erring footsteps
To keep the narrow way.
And when the sun shines brightly
Tend flowers that God has given
And keep the pathway open
That leads you on to heaven.


Comments about God's Garden by Robert Frost

  • Gold Star - 14,632 Points * Sunprincess * (10/27/2012 8:36:00 AM)

    Wow! this is poetry, this is perfection, this is a masterpiece,
    if only I could write one as nice as this..fabulous! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Jay Allen (2/10/2011 10:55:00 AM)

    i absolutely love this poem, this one is my favorite (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010



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