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With Flowers the Graces bind their golden hair, 



And Flowery Wreaths consenting Lovers wear. 



Flowers, the sole luxury which nature knew 



In Eden's pure and guiltless Garden grew. 



To loftier forms are rougher tasks assign'd ; 



The sheltering Oak resists the stormy wind, 



The tougher Yew repels th' invading foe, 



And the tall Pines for future navies grow ; 



But this soft family, to cares unknown, 



Were born for pleasure and delight alone, 



Gay without toil, and lovely without art, 



They spring to cheer the sense and glad the heart. 



Barbauld. 





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