True,
Eden is my emerald garden set
cozy in old Antrim's Northern Erin
In endless delight, my eyes behold
the quiet rose and dancing
daffodils; The snow-white daisies,
and shy primrose, all
hiding behind a screen of
verdant ferns, and
O'er my head, oh bless my soul!
Acacia blooms like comely
Primavera, plaiting
golden braids in
her fragrant
wind-blown hair!
June Allegra Elliott
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