IN THE GARDEN OF THE LORD :
The word of God came unto to me ,
Sitting alone among the multitudes;
And my blind eyes were touched with light .
And there was laid upon my
lips a flame of fire .
I laugh and shout ,for
life is good ,
Though my feet are set in
silent ways .
In merry mood I leave the
crowd
To walk in my garden .
Ever as I walk
I gather fruits and
flowers in my hands .
And with joyful heart I
bless the sun
That kindles all the place
with radiant life .
I run with playful winds
that blow the scent
Of rose and jessamine in
eddying whirls .
At last I come where tall
lilies grow ,
Lifting their faces like
white saints to God .
While the lilies pray ,I
kneel upon the ground ;
I have strayed into the
holy temple of the Lord .
Jan