Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
128. The Garden of God
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One walked unknown for years,
In his heart the pity of pities
That grew for human tears.
The flower of pity grew:
By unseen hands ’t was tended
And fed with holy dew.
The blooms of beauty blown,
Yet he who grew the garden
Could call no flower his own.
The blooms that opened fair
Through frost and pain were scattered
To sweeten the dead air.