The Glory Of The Garden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHI JJKL MMNN OONN PPQQQ| Our England is a garden that is full of stately views | A |
| Of borders beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues | A |
| With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by | B |
| But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye | B |
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| For where the thick laurels grow along the thin red wall | C |
| You will find the tool and potting sheds which are the heart of all | C |
| The cold frames and the hot houses the dungpits and the tanks | D |
| The rollers carts and drain pipes with the barrows and the planks | D |
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| And there you'll see the gardners the men and 'prentice boys | E |
| Told off to do as they are bid and to it without noise | E |
| For except when seeds are planted and we shout to scare the birds | F |
| The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words | F |
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| And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose | G |
| And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows | G |
| But they can roll and trim the lawns and sift the sand and loam | H |
| For the Glory of the Garden occupieth all who come | I |
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| Our England is a garden and such gardens are not made | J |
| By singing quot Oh how beautiful quot and sitting in the shade | J |
| While better men than we go out and start their working lives | K |
| At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner knives | L |
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| There's not a pair of legs so thin there's not a head so thick | M |
| There's not a hand so weak and white nor yet a heart so sick | M |
| But it can find some needful job that's crying to be done | N |
| For the Glory of the Garden glorifieth every one | N |
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| Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further orders | O |
| It it's only netting strawberries or killing slugs on borders | O |
| And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden | N |
| You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden | N |
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| Oh Adam was a gardener and God who made him sees | P |
| That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees | P |
| So when your work is finished you can wash your hands and pray | Q |
| For the Glory of the Garden that it may not pass away | Q |
| For the Glory of the Garden that it may not pass away | Q |
Rudyard Kipling
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