Where’er the garden’s master has a heart.
How fresh the curly endive there! how green
The parsley on the bank! Almost is seen
A melon swell, as with good cheer it fills
Itself ’mid the grass from glistening rills!
Everywhere a hand and head that know,
To harvest in its season, we must sow,
And from a sense no less of order, will
Take heed that the late-blooming daffodil,
Pliant acanthus, myrtles from sea-wave