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I come to the garden alone,

While the dew is still on the roses;

And the voice I hear, ringing on my ear,

The Son of God discloses;

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,

And He tells me I am His own.

And the joy we share as we tarry there,

None other has ever known.

C. Austin Miles

1868-1946