“I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid.”—Gen. iii. 10.
Amidst the thrilling leaves, Thy voice
At evening’s fall drew near;
Father! and did not man rejoice
That blessed sound to hear?
Did not his heart within him burn,
Touch’d by the solemn tone?
Not so!—for, never to return,
Its purity was gone.
Therefore, midst holy stream and bower,