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Another side, umbrageous grots and caves 

 Of cool recess, o'er which the mantling vine 

 Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps 

 Luxuriant ; meanwhile murmuring waters fall 

 Down the slope hills, dispersed, or in a lake, 

 That to the fringed bank with myrtle crowned 

 Her crystal mirror holds, unite their streams. 

 The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, 

 Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune 

 The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, 

 Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, 

 Led on the eternal Spring. 



JOHN MILTON. 



"A GARDEN SO WELL WATERED 

 BEFORE MORN" 



A GARDEN so well watered before morn 

 Is hotly up, that not the swart sun's blaze, 

 Down beating with unmitigated rays, 

 Nor arid winds from scorching places borne, 

 Shall quite prevail to make it bare and shorn 

 Of its green beauty shall not quite prevail 

 That all its morning freshness shall exhale, 

 Till evening and the evening dews return 

 A blessing such as this our hearts might reap, 

 The freshness of the garden they might share, 

 Through the long day a heavenly freshness keep, 

 If, knowing how the day and the day's glare 

 Must beat upon them, we would largely steep 

 And water them betimes with dews of prayer. 



RICHAKD CHKNEVIX, ARCHBISHOP TRENCH. 



