IN PRAISE OF GARDENS 



The kingcup fills her footprint, and above 



Broaden the glowing isles of vernal blue. 

 Hail ample presence of a Queen, 



Bountiful, beautiful, apparell'd gay, 

 Whose mantle every shade of glancing green, 

 Flies back in fragrant breezes to display 

 A tunic white as May! 



ALFRED TENNYSON. 

 The Progress of Spring. 



Hector in the Garden " 



In the garden lay supinely 



A huge giant wrought of spade! 



Arms and legs were stretched at length 



In a passive giant's strength, 



The fine meadow turf, cut finely, 

 Round them laid and interlaid. 



Call him Hector, son of Priam! 

 Such his title and degree, 

 With my rake I smoothed his brow, 

 Both his cheeks I weeded through, 



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