The Garden.
Reading edition
I know a garden sheltered from the north And east by lichened walls and stately trees Facing the south in rows are bursting forth Masses of bright flowers, fertilised by bees; In it from early morn, with spade and hoe, A good man trenches, digs, and plants, that things may grow. I would my mind were like that garden fair— A fruitful soil touched by the spade of God! No weeds of prejudice might grow up there, No tares of ignorance disgrace the sod, But Wisdom, glad of such a soil and ground, Would plant her flowers therein—to scatter fragrance round. 1904