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GARDENS, WREATHS, &c. 
Open your pallid flowers, by dews and moon¬ 
light fed. 
And where my favourite Abbey * rears on 
high 
Its crumbling ruins, on their loftiest crest 
Ye Wall-flowers, shed your tints of golden 
dye, 
On which the morning sunbeams love to 
rest, — 
On which, when glory fills the glowing 
west, 
The parting splendours of the day’s de¬ 
cline, 
With fascination to the heart address’d, 
So tenderly and beautifully shine, 
As if reluctant still to leave that hoary shrine. 
Convolvulus ,—expand thy cup-like flower. 
Graceful inform, and beautiful in hue ;— 
Clematis, wreathe afresh thy Garden bower; 
Ye loftier Lilies, bath’d in morning’sdew. 
Of purity and innocence renew 
Each lovely thought • — and ye, whose 
lowlier pride 
In sweet seclusion seems to shrink from 
view,— 
Leiston Abbey, in Suffolk 
