THE HEART'S GARDEN.
The heart is a garden, where grow
Sweet flowers and poisonous weeds;
And each passing moment we sow
Of one or the other the seeds.
Sweet flowers and poisonous weeds;
And each passing moment we sow
Of one or the other the seeds.
If thoughts are unselfish and kind,
Pure, gentle, and tender, and true,
We shall ne'er in our heart's garden find
The nightshade, and hemlock, and rue;
Pure, gentle, and tender, and true,
We shall ne'er in our heart's garden find
The nightshade, and hemlock, and rue;
But blossoms than Eden's more fair,
Exhaling a sweeter perfume;
Their breath bearing balm for all care,
In richest profusion shall bloom.
Exhaling a sweeter perfume;
Their breath bearing balm for all care,
In richest profusion shall bloom.
Since you, friend, and I, every hour
Are scattering broadcast this seed;
Know, every good thought blooms a flower,
The bad, springs a poisonous weed.
Are scattering broadcast this seed;
Know, every good thought blooms a flower,
The bad, springs a poisonous weed.
