Here you will find the Poem A Little Bit of Garden of poet William Henry Ogilvie
We need no crown or sceptre, for now that it is spring, just a little bit of garden- and every man's a king! A little breadth of border, a little patch of grass, above it all the April sky where soft the south winds pass. A spade and rake for comrades, the smell of rain-wet mould,- and every time we turn a clod we turn a mint of gold. A little bit of garden, with daffodils a-swing, and tulip-flowers whose crimson flags are only flown for spring. Shy blossoming primroses, forget-me-nots of blue, and here a blade and there a blade of green things peeping through. Who seeks for crown or sceptre when every man's a ming whose patch of cottage garden has felt the feet of Spring!