Author Edgar Alfred Bowring Spacious and fair is the world; yet oh! how I thank the kind heavens That I a garden possess, small though it be, yet mine own. One which enticeth me homewards; why should a gardener wander? Honour and pleasure he finds, when to his garden he looks. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments