IN THE GARDEN

OF THE LORD.

Gertrude W. Seiberh

BIBLE AND TRACT SOCIETY

BROOKLYN TABERNACLE. NEW YORK

Printed by i.aiir Baden

the Master came to me

came to me

Beloved, lay thy cross

aside, and come with Me awhile, For I would have thee a                                    ia

rest within the Garden of the Lord.”

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Until we came to

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massive gateway

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barred our path.?.

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Entwined itself

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' fair children

of' the air.

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sweet peas.

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creeping

And round about our feet?

The violets nestled in their

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purple leaves.

And close beside, 1 he lilies o| the valley be pt" in

humility.

upon sorqe drooping flower,

(p ano men I saw;

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Outside the gardens ivy-covered walls, rained down upon the lilies, _ while 1

clinging terror to ipv Heavenly Guide.

Peace,

The tempest ceased and there 4              k

was calm.

The wondrous light grew dim, the garden vanished, and 1 woke.

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The Master had not C                                                  i                    ¹

spoken this. a nd yef I seemed to know,

The fair dream - garden was a picture of His “ little ones?

He neither sleeps nor slumbers

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i n 111 s watch-care over these.

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And then the thought-If in this garden

I might choose my place, wo ci Id I be I i k e the rose ’?

Ab no! IesTi n rny passionate zeal To sl^ow by works rr?v bearh of love,

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I sbocikS forget" ii?e thorns,

Dear I_'Ord,and wound The                             4.

The loving

and sod nd I hv blessed Iriiib o'er land and sea

in cleartoned eloquence.

Ab no, _ I might' not' bear the storms that' beatupon the one whose bead

Faces uplifted uplifted far above his fellows,-

And shining mark

fo r S a taf? s barts.

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I the garden’s lovely

ones, --

1 her? cried _

”My blessed Lord,

if I might choose, only let me be the

Tender grass__