Poems (Piatt)/Volume 2/The Answer of the Gardener
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THE ANSWER OF THE GARDENER.
He leant, at sunset, on his spade.
(Oh, but the child was sweet to see,
The one who in the orchard played!)
He called: "I've planted you a tree!"
(Oh, but the child was sweet to see,
The one who in the orchard played!)
He called: "I've planted you a tree!"
The boy looked at it for a while,
Then at the radiant woods below;
And said, with wonder in his smile—
"Why don't you put the leaves on, though?"
Then at the radiant woods below;
And said, with wonder in his smile—
"Why don't you put the leaves on, though?"
The gardener, with a reverent air,
Lifted his eyes, took off his hat—
"The Other Man, the One up there,"
He answered, "He must see to that."
Lifted his eyes, took off his hat—
"The Other Man, the One up there,"
He answered, "He must see to that."