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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Glory of the Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our England is a garden that is full of stately views, <br>Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues, <br>With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by; <br>But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For where the thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall, <br>You will find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of all; <br>The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dungpits and the tanks, <br>The rollers, carts and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the planks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there you'll see the gardners, the men and 'prentice boys <br>Told off to do as they are bid and to it without noise; <br>For, except when seeds are planted and we shout to scare the birds, <br>The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose, <br>And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows; <br>But they can roll and trim the lawns and sift the sand and loam, <br>For the Glory of the Garden occupieth all who come. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made <br>By singing:--&quot;Oh, how beautiful!&quot; and sitting in the shade, <br>While better men than we go out and start their working lives <br>At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinner-knives. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's not a pair of legs so thin, there's not a head so thick, <br>There's not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so sick, <br>But it can find some needful job that's crying to be done, <br>For the Glory of the Garden glorifieth every one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further orders, <br>It it's only netting strawberries or killing slugs on borders; <br>And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, <br>You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees <br>That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees, <br>So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray <br>For the Glory of the Garden, that it may not pass away! <br>For the Glory of the Garden, that it may not pass away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues, 
With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by; 
But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye. 

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