Poetry "And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day." — Genesis iii. 8. Ah, the most ancient time, When God and man were friends, And earth was rounded with a summer clime, And the dull doubt that lends Sorrow to life was all a thing unknown. Before those hours had flown God walked at eventide thro' Eden's shade And spoke to man, and man was not afraid. Cannot that time return? Is it not here, for those Who from the strong still work of God can learn His grandeur of repose? A day with him is as a myriad years, A tear outweighs the spheres, And as he walked 'neath Eden's mystic tree In the cool eventide he walks with me. Athenæum. |
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