<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428607" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Gardener-Sage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here in the garden-bed, <br>Hoeing the celery, <br>Wonders the Lord has made <br>Pass ever before me.<br>I see the young birds build, <br>And swallows come and go, <br>And summer grow and gild, <br>And winter die in snow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many a thing I note,<br>And store it in my mind, <br>For all my ragged coat <br>That scarce will stop the wind. <br>I light my pipe and draw,<br>And, leaning on my spade, <br>I marvel with much awe <br>O'er all the Lord hath made. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, here's a curious thing: <br>Upon the first of March <br>The crow goes house-building<br>In the elm and in the larch. <br>And be it shine or snow, <br>Though many winds carouse, <br>That day the artful crow <br>Begins to build his house. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then­the wonder's big ! <br>If Sunday fell that day,<br>Nor straw, nor screw, nor twig, <br>Till Monday would he lay. <br>His black wings to his side, <br>He'd drone upon his perch, <br>Subdued and holy-eyed <br>As though he were in church. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crow's a gentleman <br>Not greatly to my mind, <br>He'll steal what seeds he can, <br>And all you hide he'll find. <br>Yet though he's bully and sneak, <br>To small birds, bird of prey, <br>He counts the days of the week, <br>And keeps the Sabbath Day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428607" data-title="A Gardener-Sage de Katharine Tynan" data-description="Here in the garden-bed, Hoeing the celery, Wonders the Lord has made Pass ever before me. I see the young birds build, And swallows come and go, And summer grow and gild, And winter die in snow. Many a thing I note, And store it in my mind..."></div> </div> </div>

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