This section is from the book "The Florist And Garden Miscellany". Also see: All New Square Foot Gardening: Grow More in Less Space!.
The months are gone I've spent in Flora's bowers;
The Sun once more his yearly course hath run; Fallen are the leaves, and withered lie the flowers I longed to see when first the year begun. Alas, that loveliness so frail must be! - An emblem true of man's mortality!
Yet I can not lament these bygone days,
Like those so oft in idleness misspent; To train a flower, these beauteous forms to raise,
May well employ the moments God has lent. I work with Him - I only till the ground; 'Tis He rewards my toil with skill profound.
Full oft have flowers meek eloquence employed To teach me lessons much my heart required;
The joys of earth with sorrows are alloyed: - To bear each grief my heart has been inspired,
As oft these gems of Nature seemed to say,
"The Power which made us is not far away".