Mum's Rhymes

The Temple GardenYou hear no chime of bells,A spirit gloom expells,From that dear Garden-The faithful bosom swells,And the Holy Spirit tells,of future joy,Dear Garden.There the garden stands,Tended by loving hands,Our Temple Garden,It’s pathway leads to God,The path the Saints have trod,Oh! Happy garden.The lovely, fragrant bed,Where radiant beauty sheds,Peace in our hearts,All shadows disappear,And we feel the angels nearus in the garden.Come, Saints, from far and near,Your sorrows disappear,Pass through this gardenWhere faithful steps have trod,Into the house of God,And feel Him near.Eva M. R. SalwayMum's Poems pg 23