MY GARDEN-GROUND.
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MY GARDEN-GROUND.
"My Beloved is gone down into His garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies."—Sol. Song vi. 2.
God granted me a garden-ground
Within this desert land;
And thorns bloomed in the wilderness,
By heavenly breezes fanned.
A brook ran rippling by the way,
And made sweet music there;
The fairest vineyard of the south
Seemed never half so fair.
Within this desert land;
And thorns bloomed in the wilderness,
By heavenly breezes fanned.
A brook ran rippling by the way,
And made sweet music there;
The fairest vineyard of the south
Seemed never half so fair.
One came, when barren lay the field,
Of gracious speech was He;
As mother to her listening child,
Thus spake my Lord to me:
"I am the Husbandman, and thou
From me this land dost hold;
More precious is the smallest blade
Than Ophir's purest gold.
Of gracious speech was He;
As mother to her listening child,
Thus spake my Lord to me:
"I am the Husbandman, and thou
From me this land dost hold;
More precious is the smallest blade
Than Ophir's purest gold.
"Work for Me, work thy one brief hour,
For Me, thy Friend, and ne'er
Dread thou the drought, or fear the cloud,
But cast on Me thy care.
For Me, thy Friend, and ne'er
Dread thou the drought, or fear the cloud,
But cast on Me thy care.
