My Garden, by T.E. Brown (1893)

A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Ferned grot - 
The veriest school
Of peace; and yet the fool
Contends that God is not -
Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign;
'Tis very sure Gold walks in mine.