  By NORA HOPPER. “Herb-patience grows not in all men’s gardens.”—Danish Proverb. A las, that sweet herb-patience grows No more in every garden-close! We set the rose and gather rue, And for each weed we sow grows two. But though we seek with eager pain, We find not under sun or rain Herb-patience! We do not know what tint or weed Herb-patience weareth, nor indeed If green her leaves, or gold, or grey, Can any cunning gardener say. She grew in Eden garden: Eve That sowed her, stole, we half believe, Herb-patience. Herb-patience, does your blossom grow From grass that Adam lies below? Or do you open flower and leaf In the walled garden of grey grief? Or seeking, will you not be found In any earthly garden-ground, And only in the fields of heaven To seeking hands there shall be given Herb-patience? |
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