There Is No Gardening Without Humility

Alfred Austin Said, "show Me Your Garden And I Shall Tell You What You Are."

Perhaps A Maiden's Bashfulness Is More A Matron's Lesson Than Our Lips Aver.

He Is Dead Already Who Doth Not Feel Life Is Worth Living Still.

Though My Verse But Roam The Air And Murmur In The Trees, You May Discern A Purpose There, As In Music Of The Bees.

From Sunny Woof And Cloudy Weft Fell Rain In Sheets; So, To Myself I Hummed These Hazard Rhymes, And Left The Learned Volume On The Shelf.