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Full many gardeners work with me 
In my little patch of ground ; 
And I welcome the buzz of each blundering bee 
As laden with pollen his road I see ; 
From flower to flower he's found. 
Sir Toad and Sir Snake their castle make 
In the roots of my blossom there, 
And each doth his toll of the insects take, 
And each I cherish for blossom's sake, 
As we league in the Garden's care. 
A wood thrush dwells in my neighbour's tree, 
And sings us an evening song; 
A right good gardener, too, is he, 
Many a grub do his sharp eyes see 
And he feasts where the insects throng. 
Many the hours we spend at our ease, 
Busy with garden love, 
I and the birds and the buzzing bees, 
I and the flowers, I and the trees, 
Learning yet more and more. 
And will you enter the Gardener's Guild? 
*Tis a Brotherhood must be won. 
You must serve humbly at Nature's knees, 
Willing to learn what Nature please, 
At toil in the wind and sun. 
Oh, The Guild of the Gardeners! are you one? 
'Tis under an ancient sign. 
'Tis a League of the lovers of air and sun, 
And of God's fresh breeze, and of work well done, 
Thank God that its mark is mine. 
BEULAH H. J. WOOLSTON 
