Gardening Imparts An Organic Perspective On The

Vice Stings Us Even In Our Pleasures, But Virtue Consoles Us Even In Our Pains.

As Creeping Ivy Clings To Wood Or Stone, And Hides The Ruin That It Feeds Upon, So Sophistry, Cleaves Close To, And Protects Sin's Rotten Trunk, Concealing Its Defects.

His Wit Invites You By His Looks To Come, But When You Knock, It Never Is At Home.

Our Love Is Principle, And Has Its Root In Reason, Is Judicious, Manly, Free.

Those Flimsy Webs That Break As Soon As Wrought, Attain Not To The Dignity Of Thought.