THE GENTLE GARDENER

                                                                                        by Edgar Guest

                        I'd like to leave but daffodills to mark my little way, To leave but tulips red and
                        white behind me as I stray; I'd like to pass away from earth and feel I'd left
                        behind But roses and forget-me-nots for all who come to find. I'd like to sow
                        the barren spots with all the flowers of earth, To leave a path where those
                        who come should find but gentle mirth; And when at last I'm called upon to
                        join the heavenly throng I'd like to feel along my way I'd left no sign of wrong.
                        And yet the cares are many and the hours of toil are few; There is not time
                        enough on earth for all I'd like to do; But, having lived and having toiled, I'd
                        like the world to find Some little touch of beauty that my soul had left behind.
                        You Never Know You never know when someone might catch a dream from
                        you. Or something you say may open up the windows of a mind that seeks
                        light; The way you live may not matter at all, But you never know, it might. And
                        just in case it could be that another's life, through you, might possibly change
                        for the better with a better and brighter view, it seems it might be worth a try
                        at pointing the way to the right; Of course, it may not matter at all, but then
                        again, it might.

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