Who hath a garden, he has joy,
However small his plat may be.
Wide his horizons; in his demesne
Master of beauty and lifer is he.
God has graciously smile don him,
Made him a helper in His great task-
Building a glorious world in time;
What finer task could any one ask?
Who hath a garden, he has friends -
Lilies and roses will not forsake;
When they depart, 'tis but for a time;
They will return when the spring winds wake.
Let him rejoice on his kingly throne
Who hath a garden of pink and gold;
Kings bear burdens and soon are gray -
Who hath a garden shall not grow old.
- Thomas Curtis Clark