The Garden

The Garden



Who is it tends the Garden,

The Garden oh so Green?

 ‘Twas once the finest Garden

That ever has been seen.

 And in it God’s dear Creatures

Did swim and fly and play;

 But then came greedy Spoilers,

And killed them all away.

 And all the Trees that flourished

And gave us wholesome fruit,

 <p class="MsoNormal">By waves of sand are buried,

<p class="MsoNormal">Both leaf and branch and root.

<p class="MsoNormal"> <p class="MsoNormal">And all the shining Water

<p class="MsoNormal">Is turned to slime and mire,

<p class="MsoNormal"> <p class="MsoNormal">And all the feathered Birds so bright

<p class="MsoNormal">Have ceased their joyful choir.

<p class="MsoNormal"> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh Garden, oh my Garden,

<p class="MsoNormal">I’ll mourn forevermore

<p class="MsoNormal"> <p class="MsoNormal">Until the Gardeners arise, And you to Life restore.

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from The God's Gardeners Oral Hymnbook from Margaret Atwoods'  Year of the Flood