Existence Is A Strange Bargain. Life Owes

Glory, Built On Selfish Principles, Is Shame And Guilt.

Strength May Wield The Ponderous Spade, May Turn The Clod, And Wheel The Compost Home; But Elegance, Chief Grace The Garden Shows, And Most Attractive, Is The Fair Result Of Thought, The Creature Of A Polished Mind.

Lived In His Saddle, Loved The Chase, The Course, And Always, Ere He Mounted, Kiss'd His Horse.

Still Ending, And Beginning Still.

Who Loves A Garden Loves A Greenhouse Too.