THE GARDEN

A garden contemplation suits,
And may instruction yield,
Sweeter than all the flow’rs and fruits
With which the spot is fill’d.

Eden was Adam’s dwelling-place,
While blest with innocence;
But sin o’erwhelm’d him with disgrace,
And drove the rebel thence.

Oft as the garden-walk we tread,
We should bemoan his fall;
The trespass of our legal head
In ruin plung’d us all.

The garden of Gethsemane
The second Adam saw,
Oppress’d with woe, to set us free
From the avenging law.

How stupid we, who can forget,
With gardens in our sight,
His agonies and bloody sweat,
In that tremendous night!

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