Sorry, McGrath, I can only recall the first lines, which you can read in Bartlett's anyway:

That God once loved a garden
We learn in Holy writ,
And seeing gardens in the spring
I well can credit it.

I think it's in The Spires of Oxford volume of her stuff, which is around here somewhere. But the library's a mess -- am constructing a built-in bookshelf of one wall and the books are in stacks EVERYWHERE.

If no one beats me to it, I'll try to get to the city library next week and get it all. Even if other lines come to me, I never memorized it, and you'd rather have the correct poem, wouldn't you?

Sarah