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rown; 
’Twas decreed from the first, that the Sun should adorn 
The garden for Flora, and spread out her lawn, 
With carpets of velvet-like verdure and flow’rs 
Besprinkled on earth in luxuriant show’rs. 
Each morn ’twas observ’d that at day break he rose, 
And he shorten’d his hours of seeming repose 
To accomplish his task, and to make the world gay, 
For Flora’s reception—Love’s jubilee day! 
First lighting his torch, as he rose from his bed, 
The flames made his chambers look fiery and red ; 
And straightway he sent out, this powerful light 
To replace the pale lamp of the guardian of night: 
Then hasted the gates of the east to unfold, 
To display to the world his bright palace of gold, 
’Mid mountains and plains of rich purple and grey, 
Which seem to belong to the temple of day; 
Where the lucid and radiant tints of the sky 
With the Topaz, the Ruby, and Amethyst vie ! 
And all that looks happy and glad to the sight, 
Succeeds the dark shades of the empire of night. 
