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Has seen immortal actions done And valiant battles lost and won. Here we had best on tip toe tread, While I for safety march ahead, For this is that enchanted ground Where all who loiter slumber sound. HAS SEED IMMORTAL ACTIONS THAT OF BRILLIANT BATTLES LOST OR ONE HERE WE HAVE THE BEST OF TIPTOE TREAD WHILE I FOR SAFETY MARCH AHEAD FOR THIS ENCHANTED GROUND WHERE ALL WHO LOT OF SLUMBER SOUND
ail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall! [Illustration] THE GARDENER The gardener does not love to talk, He makes me keep the gravel walk; And when he puts his tools away, He locks the door and takes the key. Away behind the currant row, Where no one else but cook may go, Far in the plots, I see him dig, Old and serious, brown and big. He digs the flowers, green, red, and blue, Nor wishes to be spoken to. He digs the flowers and cuts the hay, And never seems to want to play. Silly gardener! summer goes, And winter comes with pinching toes, When in the garden bare and brown You must lay your barrow down. Well now, and while the summer stays, To profit by these garden days O how much wiser you would be To play at Indian wars with me! [Illustration] HISTORICAL ASSOCIATIONS Dear Uncle Jim, this garden ground That now you smoke your pipe around. UP THE VALE FROM THE AUTUMN BONFIRES HE SMOKE TRAIL PLEASANT SUMMER OVER AND ALL THOSE SUMMER FLOWERS THE RED FLY BLAZES THE RIFF FIRE BLAZES THE GRACEFUL FIGS OUT OF SEASONS SOMETHING GREAT AT ALL WIDER THAN THE SUMMER FIRES OF THE FALL THE GARDENER THE GARDENER DOES NOT LOVE TO TALK HE MAKES ME KEEP THE GRAVEL WALK AND WHEN HE PUTS HIS TOOLS AWAY HE LOCKS THE DOOR AND TAKES THE KEY AWAY BEHIND THE CURRANT ROW WHERE NO ONE ELSE BUT COOK MAY GO FAR IN THE PLOTS I SEE HIM DIG OLD AND SERIOUS BROWN AND BIG HE DIGS THE FLOWERS GREEN RED AND BLUE NOR WISHES TO BE SPOKEN TO HE DIGS THE FLOWERS AND CUTS THE HAY AND NEVER SEEMS TO WANT TO PLAY SILLY GARDENER SUMMER GOES AND IN WINTER COMES IN WITH PINCHING TOES WHEN IN THE GARDEN BARREN BROWN YOU MUST LAY YOUR BARROW DOWN WELL NOW AND WHILE THE SUMMER STAYS TO PROFIT BY THESE GARDEN DAYS O HOW MUCH WISER YOU WOULD BE TO PLAY AT INDIAN WORDS WITH ME HISTORICAL ASSOCIATIONS DEAR UNCLE JUDAS GUARDED GROUNDUND THAT THOU YOU SMOKE YOUR PIPE AROUND
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