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Wild beauties were summon’d and sprung from their beds 
As the hours of Summer flew over their heads, 
The gales caught up all that were lovely and sweet, 
To present to the goddess and strew at her feet; 
Whilst the Harebells , tho’ lowly, still constant and true 
Saluted young Love with their bonnets of blue. 
And the beautiful Iris appear’d with her bow, 
In colours, which only the Sun can bestow; 
She bore from bright Phoebus a message to say, 
Pie would grace with his presence the rest of the day. 
Then myriads of rays more brilliant than gold, 
The scenes of Elysium dart forth to unfold. 
’Twas Adonis’s garden and Beauty’s delight, 
Where no clouds intervene and the Sun’s ever bright, 
Whose banks are enamell’d with all that is rare, 
And flow’rets of loveliness fairer than fair; 
And never are found in this region below : 
