upon a southxvard slope, that stretched aiva^ 

 Towards the sea — long since a loving hand. 

 Moved b^ a heart more loving still, had planned. 



And safe-enclosed against the salt sea spra^, 



A noble garden. There — shall tee not sa})? — 

 A loving pair tvalked in the sunshine bland. 

 Breathing the perfumes of their fruit trees, fanned 



By breezes soft, for many a happy day. 



Robert Burns Wilson, 



"The Old Garden" 



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