When God created man in His own image fair,
He made for him a garden with naught but beauty there.
He walked among the flowers, made friends of every beast,
Communion with the Father made every meal a feast.
At even, when the day grew dim,
The Lord God came and walked with him.
Now I have made a garden wilt Thou, Lord, make it fair;
May it be for me an Eden with naught but beauty there.
As I walk there when the sun sinks low,
Lord, make me in Thy image grow;
As there at eve I wait for Thee,
Wilt Thou, Lord, come and walk with me!
Published in NEW AMERICAN POETRY VOL I copyright 1945