By Ruth May Fox
On a glorious Sabbath morning in the ages long ago,
In the most delightful garden ever armed by summer’s glow,
Where the roses, pinks and lilies and the modest violet vied
With the graceful waving pampas and the dahlia’s stately pride,
Where stood trees all richly laden with fruits of every kind,
Where sweet aromatic odors floated softly on the wind,
That gently stirred the leaflets as the sunbeam’s shimmered through
Showing figs all ripe and luscious and the citrons dainty hue.
Not a weed was in the garden nought to mar the charming scene,
While rippling through this centre was a placid silvery stream
And birds of brighter plumage gaily flitted to and fro
Chirping, twitting, sweet songs singing on that morning long ago.
In this paradise enchanting roamed a stalwart noble man
In the image of his Maker, comprehend it if you can,
By his side a lovely woman for a helpmeet unto him,
Not his slave nor yet his servant ham’ring every foolish whim,
Not his cook, O happy woman! it was theirs to pluck and eat,
Not his seamstress, for their toilet nature’s garb made all complete.
But with him to hold dominion over every living thing,
On the earth, beneath the water, and the birds of varied wing.
Together they held possession of this highly favored land,
Together they stood and listened to the Father’s grave command,
Together received His blessing and the promise of His care
If they would try to serve Him and remember Him in prayer.
And together we must labor gentle woman, earnest man,
For the lifting up of nations and restore the ancient plan
And together have dominion and make this earth an Eden,
For know to make a perfect man, you must have Eve and Adam.