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ranks; therefore, at those hours, they are most 
lavish of their fragrance, and breathe out their 
choicest spirits. 0,man! greatly beloved by thy 
Creator! The darling of Providence 1 thou art 
distinguished by his goodness; distinguish thyself 
also by thy gratitude.’ 
* What sweets are these ? — They are the breath 
of flowers, the incense of the garden.’ 
‘ What colors are here ? — These so nobly bold; 
and those so delicately languid. What a glow is 
enkindled in some! what a gloss shines upon 
others! In one methinks I see the ruby, with her 
bleeding radiance; in another, the sapphire, with 
her sky-tinted blue; in all such an exquisite 
richness of dyes, as no other set of paintings in 
the universe can boast. ’ 
* Ye flowery nations ye must all decay/ 
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