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The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.

Alfred Austin

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Alfred Austin
Age: 78 †
Born: 1835
Born: May 30
Died: 1913
Died: June 2
Journalist
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Gardening
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Body
Dirt
Soul
Feed
Heart
Garden
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Glory

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Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.
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Thought, stumbling, plods Past fallen temples, vanished gods, Altars unincensed, fanes undecked, Eternal systems flown or wrecked Through trackless centuries that grant To the poor trudge refreshment scant, Age after age, pants on to find A melting mirage of the mind.
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Faded smiles oft linger in the face, While grief's first flakes fall silent on the heart!
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My virgin sense of sound was steeped In the music of young streams And roses through the casement peeped, And scented all my dreams.
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So, timely you came, and well you chose, You came when most needed, my winter rose. From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press Your leaves 'twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.
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