GARDENS, WREATHS, &c. 
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Of manners, like its viewless fence, 
Ensuring peace to innocence. 
Thus spake the moral Muse—her wing 
Abruptly spreading to depart, 
She left that farewell offering, 
Memento for some docile heart; 
That may respect the good old Age 
When Fancy was Truth’s willing Page; 
And Truth would skim the flowery glade. 
Though entering but as Fancy’s shade. 
THE GARDEN OF EDEN. 
MILTON. 
Southward through Eden went a river large, 
Nor changed his course, but through the 
shaggy hill 
Pass’d underneath ingulf’d ; for God had 
thrown 
That mountain as his garden-mould high 
raised 
Upon the rapid current, which, through veins 
Of porous earth with kindly thirst updrawn. 
Rose a fresh fountain, and with many a rill 
Watered the garden ; thence united fell 
Down the steep glade, and met the nether 
flood, 
