ABSTRACT
The Birth-day stops, rather than finishes, with a biblical image of neglected gardens:
Oh precious seed!/ Sown early ... Tares of this evil world sprang thickly up Choking your promise ... ... [Yet] the grain sprang up. - But hath it flourished? - hath it yet borne fruit Acceptable? Oh, Father! leave it not For lack of moisture yet to fall away!
