He who loves a garden loves the world
And the magic beauty there unfurled,
The excitement of the potting shed
With little seeds to put to bed,
Pricking out those twin-leaved gems
Of fragile root and tender stems,
Forget-me-nots and briar roses,
Primulas for children’s posies . . .
What calm contentment fills the air,
Tranquility is everywhere,
For he who fresh-tilled earth has trod,
Has laboured side by side with God.