{"id":9260,"date":"2023-04-10T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-04-10T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9260"},"modified":"2023-04-10T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-04-10T05:00:00","slug":"the-glory-of-the-garden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-glory-of-the-garden\/","title":{"rendered":"The Glory of the Garden"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn84031081\/1915-04-10\/ed-1\/seq-6\/\">Albuquerque Morning Journal, April 10, 1915<\/a>. By Rudyard Kipling.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>For where the old thick laurels grow along the thin red wall,<br\/>You\u2019ll find the tool and potting sheds which are the heart of all,<br\/>The cold frames and the hothouses, the dung pits and the tanks,<br\/>The rollers, carts and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the planks. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>And there you\u2019ll see the gardeners, the men and \u2019prentice boys<br\/>Told off to do as they are bid and do 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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made<br\/>By singing, \u201cOh, how beautiful!\u201d 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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>There\u2019s not a pair of legs so thin, there\u2019s not a head so thick,<br\/>There\u2019s not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so sick,<br\/>But it can find some needful job that\u2019s crying to be done,<br\/>For the glory of the garden glorifieth every one. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further orders,<br\/>If it\u2019s 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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees<br\/>That half a proper gardener\u2019s 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\/>And the glory of the garden it shall never pass away!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Albuquerque Morning Journal, April 10, 1915. By Rudyard Kipling. 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. For where the old thick [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[27,3],"tags":[268],"class_list":["post-9260","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-albuquerque-morning-journal","category-newspapers","tag-rudyard-kipling"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9260","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9260"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9260\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9260"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9260"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9260"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}