'John gone! What did he do? Was not his life a waste?' Then quickly intervene, say 'Survey the scene, Look out there, that ground once bare, He with patience, time, loving care Made a beautiful view; Flowers flourish of every hue. From seeds and shoots these trees he grew. So just remember well, let me tell though I beg your pardon. That it was God himself, before he Adam made, First planted, for was not Eden such a Garden?'