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A Garden trim was placed before the door
Kept by diurnal toil in neat array,
By walls defended from the insults frore
Of B OREAS ' blast, and E URUS ' rude affray;
Against whose height leant many a tender spray,
Where the ripe fruits in blushing order glow,
Matur'd by genial Sol 's reflected ray:
Nor did their sides unwelcome walk bestow
When though the sun be bright, right keen the winds might blow.
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