o.2) 
THE POOR MAN’S GARDEN. 
And pinks and clove-carnations, 
Rich-scented, side by side ; 
And at each end a holly-hock, 
With an edge of London-pride. 
And here comes the old grandmother, 
When her day’s work is done; 
And here they bring the sickly babe 
To cheer it in the sun. 
And here, on Sabbath-mornings, 
The good man comes to get 
His Sunday nosegay, moss-rose bud, 
White pink, and mignonette. 
And here on Sabbath-evenings, 
Until the stars are out, 
With a little one in either hand, 
He walketh all about. 
For though his garden-plot is small, 
Him doth it satisfy ; 
For there’s no inch of all his ground 
That does not fill his eye. 
