The Garden

Near the mountains is a lovely garden,

Denver beauteous, a haven of the West;

Through her welcome arch the tired tourist

Finds an oasis of peace and rest.

In this garden, there is always sunshine,

Happiness, goodwill, and blessings are rare;

Rising in a cloud of benediction

To descend in fragrance through the air.

May all those who wander through this garden

Breathe this air from yonder snow capped crest,

And enjoy each happy, restful hour

As the sun sinks in the golden west.