In the Garden of Delight

by Lily Hardy Hammond

Oh, beautiful country of Make-Believe,

Where in childhood I learned to play!

I’m not bound fast to a bed—not I!

Nor racked with pain till I want to cry:

I’m over the hills and away!

Poor body that lies here and cannot sleep,

I’m sorry to leave you so;

But the children are calling from far away;

In Make-Believe, where it’s time to play,

And you can’t walk, you know.