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And, since one is quoting for the benefit of Jane, 

 one may as well add the words of Ludwig Borne, 

 which Heine thought good enough to place at the 

 head of his Harzreise : 



"Nothing endures but Change: nothing is 

 certain but Death. Every heart-beat deals a 

 wound, and life would be no more than a slow 

 bleeding to death were it not for poetry. It pre- 

 serves to us what Nature denies : a Golden Age 

 which does not perish, a Spring-time which never 

 fades away, happiness without a cloud, and ever- 

 lasting Youth." 



Gardening is a sort of poetry, and a garden is 

 a poem written not in words, but in the changing 

 (and enduring) fairest forms of Nature. 

 Come, Jane ! 



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