Joy Archives - The Final Paradox

The Flowers of Your Garden

My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me…

In the surging swell
Where joys abound,
In perfumed wavelets’
Trembling sound,
In the world’s…

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow…

1 The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.
2 Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing…

‘We are sending you, dear flowers,
Forth alone to die,
Where your gentle sisters may…

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others…