In green old gardens, hidden away
From sight of revel and sound of strife,
Here have I leisure to breathe and move,
And to do my work in a nobler way;
To sing my songs, and to say my say;
To dream my dreams, and to love my love;
To hold my faith, and to live my life,
Making the most of its shadowy day.
IN GREEN OLD GARDENS
Violet Fan (1842-1905)
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