From a Garden in the Antipodes
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My garden has a declivity of one in ten feet.
How easy when I go down in the morning
To visit the vegetable marrows and perpetual spinach!
How steep when at evening, my labours concluded,
I collect all my implements and climb up to my bed!
How favourable for beholding the heavens,
At cockcrow, at sunrise, on a cloud-adorned afternoon,
Or in the still, starry night!