U IN PRAISE OF GARDENS 



'Tis there's the daisy 

 And the sweet carnation, 

 The blooming pink, 



And the rose so fair; 

 The daffodowndilly 

 Likewise the lily, 

 All flowers that scent 



The sweet fragrant air. 



There's gravel walks there, 

 For speculation 

 And conversation 



In sweet solitude. 

 'Tis there the lover 

 May hear the dove, or 

 The gentle plover 



In the afternoon ; 

 And if a lady 

 Would be so engaging 

 As to walk alone in 



Those shady bowers, 

 'Tis there the courtier 

 He may transport her 

 Into some fort, or 



All under ground. 







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