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Reading edition
(Westfield, N. Y.)
When I linger in my garden And see black swallowtails hovering Over white phlox and orange zinnias, And morning glories, in a heavenly blue mass Surge upward on their trellis; When I watch the scintillating humming-bird Sip from the trumpet blossoms across my doorway, I feel no urge of travel to behold More of earth’s beauty. Here in my little garden I have it all— And here I am content.