I saw a garden stretching out
And morning on it like a crown—
And o'er a bed of crimson bloom
My mother ... stooping down.
Dana Burnet
THE GARDEN OVER-SEAS
A GARDEN PRAYER
That we are mortals and on earth must dwell
Thou knowest, Allah, and didst give us bread—
And remembering of our souls didst give us food of flowers—
Thy name be hallowed.
Thomas Walsh