The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1892-05-07
Eyerybody's Garden.

DOuSioos III odLdE.
Everybody's Harden.
All along the wayslde is evcrybody's gardeni
There the wild rose blossoms through the
summer days:
Bounded by field fences, and ever stretching
onward.
It is Gods own garden. For Il give Hin
praise.
IT'S gay with goldenrod.
There blooming grasses nod,
And s~unflowers small and yellow turn ever 10
the sun:
Quaint darky-heads are there.
And daisies wild and fair.
In everybody's garden. each flowers the love
liest oneI
All along the wayside Is evcrybody's gardenI
Come out and gather posies: the very air Is
sweet
Come out. with hearts of gladness. ye big and
little children.
Into our Fathers garden. made for our stroll.
ing feet
The fitting butterfly.
The fragrant winds that sigh.
tn tiny clouds that hover above us In the blue.
The birds song high and clear.
Make Heaven draw more near,
In everyhOdy's garden the world once more is
William 2. GIadwin, in Christian Union.
Love Stron; ~ Death.
Nay. say not. Sweet. that Love has turned away
Because one day
He gathered alien flowers while II was May,
For Love is Love. and cannot go that way.
Tho little loves there Nc that dance and sing.
And Kiss and cling.
And praise the light and laughter OF the spring.
But on dark days. like birds. forbear TO sing.
Shall Love that bore the blast and did not fan
Now cover and quail
Strong Love that blanched not then, TO-DAY
turn palc'
Nay. Love is Love. my own, and cannot fail
Oh. could Love cease. or change. or pass away.
Then the souls day
Would turn to night. unlit by any raw:
But Love, Sweetheart. can never pass away.
Philip Bourke Marsion. in " Y. Independent
Ma:ilda's and Natures Spring Cleaning.
! find the world, outside my house. is often all
awrv,
But my household is a model TO direct the plan.
ct by,
Excepting in spring cleaning Timothy home Is
then destroyed
It's made a primal chaos then, without a form
and void.
It's secured from the rafter to the bottom cellar
stair:
And l. | leave behind all hope whcne'cr I enter
there.
For the washbrIsh, like a whirlwind. devasiares
the peaceful scene,
For Matilda is the cleancst OF the cleancsr OF
the clean
But Ma,ilda's Just like Nature, for carly every
spring
Docs Nature get her scrub brush out. her buster
and her wing:
With her mighty soap and bucket does she trave.
all about.
And swashcs through the universe and cleans
the cid thing ont
And she puts up new lace curtains in the win
dows Of the sky.
Made OF white cloud mixed with sunshine. nost-
ing. Glmy tapestry.
When the gorgeous sun at sunset finds the
clouds about him curled.
And he sticks his icwsled hairpin through the
back hair Of the world
And she takes her duh brown carpet and she
rips IL from the hills.
And she sprays her floors with showers till they
soak through TO the silIS.
Then her tulipsprinklcd carpet with its back.
ground of bright green.
She spreads, rich AZ the floor mat meath the
high throne OF a queen.
So. Matilda, whfsk your wash rag. It Is music TO
my ears
And it beats in perfect rythm to the music of
the spheres.
Reach your long brush for the cobwebs, swing Il
ever high and higher,
A baton that beats the measure for the mighty
Cosmic choir.
You are cleaning house with Nature. you are
stepping TO the march
To which the planet legions trail across tie
starry arch
Though the tables on the bureau. and the whiss
broom docs not cease.
I will eatmy supper standing, Tapped In univer
sal peace
s. W. Foss. 10 Yankee Blade