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Busy Merriry has always a vast deal to say, 
And spoke of past seasons the whole of the day: 
’Tis the tree of the mind, and where e’er it takes root, 
It clings very closely, as none can dispute: 
In sunshine this evergreen often will fade, 
But it grows, and it lasts and delights in the shade, 
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Now the goddess of Flowers by Zephyr was told 
That banners were flying with mottos of gold, 
And a glitt’ring pageant more splendid and gay 
Than that which the Lucerne brought forward to-day, 
Was coming, with joy, to the goddess’s bow’r, 
With the bright Crown Imperial, the ensign of power. 
The Angrec , said Royalty made itif approach, 
And requested no plant would presume to encroach. 
Curiosity then or the Sycamore Tree, 
Determin’d to plant herself where she could see, 
And old Misletoe climb’d o’er the top of a wall, 
HI," Some obstacles met, and surmounted them all. 
The flowers bow’d down at her majesty s name, 
The trees in the grove wav’d their arms as she came ; 
