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XXIV. 



Ere yet the glorious sun ascend, 

 Anxious my garden's pride to tend, 



And feel the morning gale, — 

 I haste, at prime of day, to see 

 The bloom that com'ts the wandering bee, 

 And, sweet Dianthus ! p bend o'er thee, 



Thy fragrance to inhale. 



XXV. 



Gliding along Killamey's Lake, 

 The few to nature's charms awake. 



And tun'd to natm'e's praise ; 

 Rest tranquil on the oar below. 

 With deepest admiration's glow. 

 To gaze at the unequall'd show 

 Arbutus^ there displays. 

 H 



