Eden

January 21, 2014

Morning dawn doth break,

the joyful heart doth ache.

Life goes on beyond the garden,

but toil as thy might,

divine work is everlasting,

and you are but a mere moment,

O’Eden, you came, and now,

thou art gone away with the wind . . .

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