In The Dark Of Night
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James McLain
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When I go there to rest,
And life done has flashing by,
Spring has opened her eye's again,
The soil is damp with dew.
Unwritten rules ungoverned nature does,
And doesn't what it must do
To choose to do what few could do
The miniscule mind should do.
The bush beside the creek is full,
It's leaves caressing a tree
Behind the bush one tree stands out,
The garden that time forgot.
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