This is the garden's magic,
That through the sunny hours
The gardener who tends it, Himself outgrows his flowers
That through the sunny hours
The gardener who tends it, Himself outgrows his flowers
He grows by gift of patience,
Since he who sows must know
That only in the Lord's good time
Does any seedling grow
That only in the Lord's good time
Does any seedling grow
He learns from buds unfolding,
From each tight leaf unfurled,
That his own heart, expanding, is one with all the world
That his own heart, expanding, is one with all the world
He bares his head to sunshine,
His bending back a sign
Of grace, and ev'ry shower becomes
His bending back a sign
Of grace, and ev'ry shower becomes
His sacramental wine
And when at last his labors
Bring forth the very stuff
And substance of all beauty
This is reward enough.
-MARIE NETTLETON CARROLL
And substance of all beauty
This is reward enough.
-MARIE NETTLETON CARROLL
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