tT IN PRAISE OF GARDENS U 



Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow; 

 And pale Narcissus on the bank, in vain 

 Transformed, gazes on himself again. 

 Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compose, 

 And mount the Hill in venerable rows: 

 There the green Infants in their beds are laid, 

 The Garden's Hope, and its expected shade. 

 Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants 



shine, 



And vernal honours in their autumn join; 

 Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store, 

 Yet in the rising blossom promise more. 

 There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play, 

 By Laurels shielded from the piercing day; 

 Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid, 

 Still from Apollo vindicates her shade, 

 Still turns her Beauties from th' invading beam, 

 Nor seeks in vain for succour to the Stream. 

 The stream at once preserves her virgin leaves, 

 At once a shelter from her boughs receives, 

 Where Summer's Beauty midst of Winter stays, 

 And Winter's Coolness spite of Summer's rays. 



ALEXANDER POPE. 



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