’Neath the tall lime-Tree, In dappled shade, The lowly blue-bells grow: A Quiet corner, In orchard, old Planted so long ago! There are blossom-ladened cherry trees: Who, I wonder, planeted these? Did they know, this beauty, they’d ever see? Or did they dream of what was “yet to be”? For… By their foresight and loving care, From a landscape, barren and bare, Was brought forth this enchanting sight: It fills me with joy and pure delight.