The Glory of the Garden  by Rudyard Kipling

Our England is a garden, such gardens are not made

By singing:–“Oh,how beautiful!” and sitting

in the shade.

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.

Found a stunning little cottage garden on the Roseland Peninsula, Cornwall, well worth a walk round this  loved, very Bee friendly secret garden.