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Which all might view with envy, none partake. 

 My charmer is not mine alone ; my sweets, 

 And she that sweetens all my bitters too, 

 Nature, enchanting Nature, in whose form 

 And lineaments divine I trace a hand 

 That errs not, and find raptures still renewed, 

 Is free to all men universal prize. 

 Strange that so fair a creature should yet want 

 Admirers, and be destined to divide 

 With meaner objects even the few she finds! 

 WILLIAM COWPER. 

 The Task, Book III. 



The Garden 



Fain would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures sing, 

 And humble glories of the youthful Spring; 

 Where opening Roses breathing sweets diffuse, 

 And soft Carnations show'r their balmy dews; 

 Where Lilies smile in virgin robes of white, 

 The thin Undress of superficial Light, 

 And vary'd Tulips show so dazzling gay, 

 Blushing in bright diversities of day. 

 Each painted flow'ret in the lake below 



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