Creation

Creation

by Edward P. Butler

God made a little garden

And hung it in the sky,

With a myriad lights around it

On a string He did not tie.

'Twas a wondrous little garden,

Full of tiny lakes and rills,

Tiny isles and tiny mainlands,

Tiny vales and tiny hills.

There were living things made also:

Tiny trees and tiny flowers-

I think God used a microscop

The make this world of ours.

There were swimming things and flying things

And things that crept or ran-

All these He made of nothing

And then-created man!

Man and woman, strong and beautiful,

By Satan were beguilded,

And so, to win them back again,

He made a simple Child.