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The Garden

The Garden

Behind the pinions of the Seraphim,
   Whose wings flame out upon the swinging spheres,
   There is a Voice that speaks the numbered years
Until that Day when all comes back to Him;
Behind the faces of the Cherubim,
   Whose smiles of love are seen through broken tears,
   There is a Face that every creature fears,
The Face of Love no veil may ever dim.

O Angels of Glad Laughter and of Song,
   Your voices sound so near, the little wall
   Can scarcely hide the trees that bend and nod;
Unbar the gate, for you have waited long
   To show the Garden that was made for all, --
   Where all is safe beneath the Smile of God.

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