God's Garden

by Robert Frost

　　

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God made a beatous gardenWith lovely flowers strown,But one straight, narrow pathwayThat was not overgrown.And to this beauteous gardenHe brought mankind to live,And said: 'To you, my children,These lovely flowers I give.Prune ye my vines and fig trees,With care my flowerets tend,But keep the pathway openYour home is at the end.'Then came another master,Who did not love mankind,And planted on the pathwayGold flowers for them to find.And mankind saw the bright flowers,That, glitt'ring in the sun,Quite hid the thorns of av'riceThat poison blood and bone;And far off many wandered,And when life's night came on,They still were seeking gold flowers,Lost, helpless and alone.O, cease to heed the glamourThat blinds your foolish eyes,Look upward to the glitterOf stars in God's clear skies.Their ways are pure and harmlessAnd will not lead astray,Bid aid your erring footstepsTo keep the narrow way.And when the sun shines brightlyTend flowers that God has givenAnd keep the pathway openThat leads you on to heaven.

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