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See, what a wonderful garden is here, / Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear! / Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown -- / Search ye the country and hunt ye the town / And never ye'll meet with a garden so queer / As this one I've made for my Little-Oh-Dear!
Marigolds white and buttercups blue, / Lilies all dabbled with honey and dew, / The cactus that trails over trellis and wall, / Roses and pansies and violets -- all / Make proper obeisance and reverent cheer / When into her garden steps Little-Oh-Dear.
And up at the top of that lavender-tree / A silver-bird singeth as only can she; / For, ever and only, she singeth the song / "I love you -- I love you! " the happy day long; -- / Then the echo -- the echo that smiteth me here! / "I love you, I love you," my Little-Oh-Dear!
The garden may wither, the silver-bird fly -- / But what careth my little precious, or I? / From her pathway of flowers that in springtime upstart / She walketh the tenderer way in my heart / And, oh, it is always the summer-time _here_ / With that song of "I love you," my Little-Oh-Dear!