But here is all the sweet of dreams, 
     
     The grace of prayer, the boon of rest, 
     
     The spirit of old songs and loves 
     
     Dwells in this garden blossom-blest. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Here would I linger for a space, 
     
     And walk herein with memory; 
     
    

    
     The world will pass me as it may 
     
     And hope will minister to me. 
     
    
   
   
    
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