A great white garment of snow and frost

Was laid on the fence, but the hedge was lost.

A-while away the home garden park

Divides itself from the woods soft dark.

Dear God I said, you had meant to please

When giving man such gifts as these.

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Worship

I DID not always know ’twas kind

I

Of thee to let me pass,

And with my sacrilegious feet

Walk lightly thru thy grass.

How could I know, when I was young

’Twas one of thine own dreams,

To tender me the license of

Thy hills and singing streams.

How could’st thou take even a part

Of thy remotest time,

And weld me, poor unworthly link,

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