Monday Morning Poem: A Child in the Garden


by Henry Van Dyke

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 in wrought,

Young Girl at a Garden Gate, by Mildred Butler

Young Girl at a Garden Gate, by Mildred Butler

And bowers of innocence with beauty fraught,
It seemed some purer voice must speak before
I dared to tread that garden loved of yore,
That Eden lost unknown and found unsought.

Then just within the gate I saw a child, –
A stranger-child, yet to my heart most dear;
He held his hands to me, and softly smiled
With eyes that knew no shade of sin or fear:
“Come in,” he said, “and play awhile with me;”
“I am the little child you used to be.”

3 thoughts on “Monday Morning Poem: A Child in the Garden

  1. What a wonderful poem! Thanks, so much, for sharing it.

  2. Very beautiful, Linda, and I wonder just what the child I used to be would think of me! Probably better off not knowing, thank you for giving me this poignant reminder of what’s important in life.

  3. this poem is very lovely, but i’m not sure about how to interpret lines 4-8 of the first stanza. any ideas?

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