English poem
My first, the Scriptures say, in Eden grew
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
My first, the Scriptures say, in Eden grew. Pronounce its letters—there ’s my whole for you! My last name to myself I can’t apply; My whole, tradition says, could never lie.
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