GARDENS,. WREATHS, &c. 
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Throws out the snow-drop and the crocus first; 
The daisy, primrose, violet, darkly blue, 
And polyanthus of unnumber’d dyes; 
The yellow wall-flower, stained with iron 
brown; 
And lavish stock, that scents the garden 
round: 
From the soft wing of vernal breezes shed, 
Anemonies, auriculas, enrich’d 
With shining meal o’er all their velvet leaves ; 
And full ranunculus of glowing red. 
Then comes the tulip-race, where beauty plays 
Her idle freaks, from family diffus’d 
To family, as flies the father-dust, 
The varied colours run, and while they break 
On the charm’d eye, the exulting florist marks 
With secret pride the wonders of his hand. 
N o gradual bloom is wanting; from the bud 
First-born of spring, to summer’s musky tribes; 
Nor hyacinths, of purest virgin white. 
Low-bent, and blushing inward ; nor jonquils 
Of potent fragrance ; nor narcissus fair. 
As o’er the fabled fountain hanging still; 
Nor broad carnations, nor gay spotted pinks ; 
Nor showered from ev’ry bush, the damask rose ; 
Infinite numbers, delicacies, smells, 
With hues on hues expression cannot paint, 
The breath of nature and her endless bloom. 
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