THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE.

I PLUCKED the blossoms of delight

In many a wood and many a field,

I made a garland fair and bright

As any gardens yield.

But when I sought the living tree

To make new earth and Heaven new,

I found — alas for you and me —

Its roots were set in you.

Oh, dear my garden, where the fruit

Of lovely knowledge sweetly springs,

How jealously you guard the root

Of all enlightening things!