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Though, at her birth, the northern gale 



Come with its withering sigh ; 

 And hopeful blossoms, turning pale, 



Upon her bosom die ; 

 Ere April seeks another place, 



And ends her reign in this. 

 She leaves us with as fair a face, 



As e'er gave birth to bliss. 



CLAHE. 



THE GREENHOUSE. 



Who loves a garden, loves a greenhouse too ; 

 Unconscious of a less propitious clime, 

 There blooms exotic beauty, warm and snug, 

 While the winds whistle, and the snows descend ; 

 The spiry myrtle, with unwithering leaf, 

 Shines there, and flourishes. The golden boast 

 Of Portugal, and western India, there 

 The ruddier orange, and the paler lime. 

 Peep through their polished foliage at the storm. 

 And seem to smile at what they need not fear. 

 The amomum there, with intermingling flow'rs 

 And cherries, hangs her twigs. Geranium boasts 

 Her crimson honours ; and the spangled beau 

 Ficoides glitters bright the winter long. 

 All plants, of every leaf, that can endure 

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