Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven without repose; And in the blue and glowing days ...
The gardener does not love to talk, He makes me keep the gravel walk; And when he puts his tools ...
Dear Uncle Jim, this garden ground That now you smoke your pipe around, Has seen immortal actions done And valiant ...
As from the house your mother sees You playing round the garden trees, So you may see, if you will ...