Gardens Of The Heart
The toys and blocks with which we play,
Are houses, lands, and gold;
Their values quickly pass away,
As does a tale that’s told.
But kindly gracious deeds abide,
Their wealth will not depart;
Their flowers of joy are multiplied,
In gardens of the heart.
By Charles Russell Wakeley
The toys and blocks with which we play,
Are houses, lands, and gold;
Their values quickly pass away,
As does a tale that’s told.
But kindly gracious deeds abide,
Their wealth will not depart;
Their flowers of joy are multiplied,
In gardens of the heart.
By Charles Russell Wakeley
