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" Then spring the living her^s, profusely wild. 



O'er all the deep-green earth, that task* the power 

 Of botanist to number up their tribes: 

 Whether he steals along the lonely dale. 

 In silent search ; or through the forest, rank 

 With what the dull incurious weeds account. 

 Bursts his blind way ; or climbs the mountain rock, 

 Fir'd by the nodding verdure of its brow. 

 With such a liberal hand has nature flung 

 Their seeds abroad, blown them about in winds, 

 Innumerous, mix'd them with the nursing mould. 

 The moistening current, and prolific rain." 



Thomson. — Spring. 

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