In golden youth, when seems the earth
A summer land of singing mirth,
When souls are glad and hearts are light,
And not a shadow lurks in sight,
We do not know it, but there lies,
Somewhere veiled under evening skies,
A garden all must sometime see--
The garden of Gethsemane.

How Salvator won & other recitations. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York City: N.Y.: E.S. Werner, 1891.

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