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Hilda Conkling

Garden of the World

The butterfly swings over the violet

That stands by the water,

In the garden that sings

All day.

The sun goes up in the dawn,

The water waves softly.

In the trees are little breezes,

In the garden trees.

Blue hills and blue waters I

The big blue ocean lies around in the sun

Watching his waves toss . . .