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Our
England is a garden
that is full of stately views,
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.
Oh, Adam was a gardener,
and
God who made him sees
That half a proper gardener's
work is done upon his knees,
So when your work is finished,
you can wash your hands and pray For
the Glory of the Garden,
that
it may not pass away!
From
Rudyard Kipling's
The
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