fruit on the trees, and the long-drawnshadows were falling at our feet. In thegolden light Gertrude came to me, andput her hand in mine, and walked withme up and down the sunlit path. Handinhand, we stood by the hawthorn hedge,and looked away across the Valley tothe distant hills. Hand in hand, we… … OUR GARDEN OF SLEEP RED, RED ROSE But yet I know, whereer I go,That there hath passed away a gloryfrom the earth. The Good God has willed it so. Yetwills it, too, that we should know thegladness of the garden again, and thefragrance of the Red, Red Rose.
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