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THE ENCHANTED PLANTS. 
<k Goddess ! in radiant glories dressed, 
Let me henceforth appear, 
By summer’s brightest beams caressed, 
Nor wait the closing year.” 
“ Ungrateful tribe !”—with angry pause, 
The indignant Goddess cries, 
u Not in the season’s wholesome laws. 
Your cause of grievance lies. 
ii Spoiled by prosperity, ye pme, 
Like many a pampered fair; 
But wo to all, should I incline, 
And grant to each her prayer. 
u So nicely are your hours arranged, 
To every season linked. 
That Nature’s laws one moment changed, 
Your race would be extinct.” 
She spoke ; then bade the blast arise, 
Her message to convey ; 
Boreas, swift rushing through the skies, 
Swept all their sighs away. 
