Another blossom blooms for thee
Upon the never-failing Tree
Of Life-the same in breath and hue
As was the first that drank the dew,
When God within His garden stood
Alone, and found it 'very good.'
So be it, when-thy garden done,
And all thy labours one by one
Recorded-thro' the twilight dim
He comes to bid thee walk with Him
Into a vaster solitude,
Thou too behold it very good!