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Our Garden The long straight rows were started and planted and the gardener though versa tired was thankit --- at five next morn from sleep awakened'd by cawing crows - he swears'tis true - he he and them say with raucous vim, "Corn! Corn! - Its Burpee's Golden Bantam [[image - drawings of flowers across page]] The dimuenda crows by distance softened down became an echo in his dreams, where beside the peaceful river the breezes whispered this refrain: [[image - drawings of birds to left and below last paragraph]]