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By Dollie Radford

the hedge of roses Which walls my garden round, And many a flower encloses,
 * Lies fresh unfurrowed ground.

I have not delved, nor planted,
 * In that strange land, nor come

To sow in soil enchanted
 * Sweet promises of bloom.

My labours all have ended
 * Within my fragrant wall,

The blossoms I have tended
 * Have grown so sweet and tall.

But now in silver showers
 * Your laughter falls on me,

And fairer than all flowers
 * Your flower-face I see.

And