As I stand in the central hall;
And long in "the Garden" I've strolled and stood,
Without feeling qualmish at all.
And I say, "This is really exceeding good,
An improvement that's far from small."
The paths, roads, and gutters are almost sweet,
And the stodge, like fœtid size,
That used to impede one, and foul one's feet,
No longer offends one's eyes.
'Tis a pleasantish place for two lovers to meet—