The Old Garden. By Lady William Lennox. 1906 (Poetry).

For Sale is a Full Page removed from "The Throne, July 7th, 1906,"showing the Following Poem called "The Old Garden," by Lady William Lennox.

   Oh lilac and laburnham, how they swing!
         the golden tassels flying in the air ;
    And oh, the scent, as those great bunches fling
    There lovely pale-hued blossoms here and there.

   I mind me a garden long ago,
       A simple common piece of grass and flowers :
   And there were new potatoes in a row,
       And green horse-radish streamers- they were ours.

    We stuck the leaves like feathers in our hair,
         And wove bright gauzy dreams in childish pride ;
     how strange it all seems now Life's wear and tear
         has thinn'd the veil and shown the other side.

   There, too, spread wide a gnarl'd and ancient tree,
         Which shed black mulberries upon the grass ;
    We often long'd to go quite close and see,
         but nearer than the path we dared not pass.

    The red wall at the end- I see it now,
          Through blooms of pear and apple, pink and white ;
    And delicate vine-tendrils made their bow
           To hide the shy "sweet waters" from our sight.

    Ah, dear old garden, where moss roses grew,
         And gooseberries and currants, all as friends ;
    And lilacs, pinks, and pansies- nothing new-
         I love the thought of you which mem'ry sends.


    A smile comes with it ; and a sigh, 'tis true,
         for long years past.  But still, all is not gone ;
    Oft we are glad, with blessings old and new,
         And the sunshines as in those days he shone.

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