When to the garden of untroubled thought
I came of late, and saw the open door,
And wished again to enter, and explore
The sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought,
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This is a lovely poem. I think that my mother must have read it as a young girl. It is old fashioned and yet the concept is one that many people can relate to. Don't all of us think back to our childhoods and remember things in a rosy light?
Wonderful, thought provoking!