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Edgar Guest - Living FlowersEdgar Guest - Living Flowers
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"I`m never alone in the garden," he said. "I`m     never alone with the flowers. It seems like I`m meeting the wonderful dead     out here with these blossoms of ours. An` there`s never a bush or a plant or a tree, but     somebody loved it of old. An` the souls of the angels come talkin` to me     through the petals of crimson an` gold. "The lilacs in spring bring the mother once more,     an` she lives in the midsummer rose. She smiles in the peony clump at the door, an`     sings when the four o`clocks close. She loved every blossom God gave us to own, an`     daily she gave it her care. So never I walk in the garden alone, for I feel     that the mother`s still there. "These are the pinks that a baby once kissed,     still spicy with fragrance an` fair. The years have been long since her laughter I`ve     missed, but her spirit is hovering there. The roses that ramble and twine on the wall were     planted by one that was kind An` I`m sure as I stand here an` gaze on them all,     that his soul has still lingered behind. "I`m never alone in the garden," he said, "I     have many to talk with an` see, For never a flower comes to bloom in its bed, but     it brings back a loved one to me. An` I fancy whenever I`m bendin` above these     blossoms of crimson an` gold, That I`m seein` an` hearin` the ones that I love,     who lived in the glad days of old."
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