IN PRAISE OF GARDENS 



From heaven did always choose their way; 

 And therefore we may boldly say, 

 That 'tis the way too thither. 



How happy here should I, 

 And one dear She live, and embracing die! 

 She who is all the world, and can exclude 



In deserts solitude. 



I should have then this only fear, 

 Lest men, when they my pleasures see, 

 Should hither throng to live like me, 



And so make a city here. 



A. COWLEY. 



The bee through flowery gardens goes 



Buzzing to drink the morning's tears, 



And from the early lily bears 



A kiss commended to the rose, 



And like a wary messenger, 



Whispers some amorous story to his ear. 



(XVIIth Century), 



Have ye seen the morning sky, 

 When the dawn prevails on high, 



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