What
scene is more beautiful than where
In graceful forms the branches meet;
While
romance fills the summer air
Neath the arched driveway calm and sweet.
What
soul can wander through the wood
And be deaf to the voice within,
As
step by step he sees the good
The creator has done for him.
March,
‘90
Note – This
poem was crossed out in the original, hand-written collection
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