Garden of the World - Poem by Hilda Conkling
THE butterfly swings over the violet
That stands by the water,
In the garden that sings
The sun goes up in the dawn,
The water waves softly.
In the trees are little breezes,
In the garden trees.
Blue hills and blue waters!
The big blue ocean lies around in the sun
Watching his waves toss . . .
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