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Majestic elms, by some ancestral hand
Long years ago transplanted, overhang;
Their arching boughs affording grateful shade
To childhood's laughing groups, that gather there
In merry mood, on the bright summer day,
And with their harmless pastimes fill the hours.
The tasteful garden, with neat fence enclosed,
Bespeaks attentive culture. Clustering trees,
The apple, cherry, pear, the tempting peach
And the delicious plum, are set to please
The order-loving eye; and 'mid the shades
Of their dark foliage half conceal the bower,
Round which the woodbine creeps and roses twine.
Here thickly set the grateful currant grows,
And the sweet raspberry. The vine there climbs
O'er the arched trellis; and, when Autumn claims
Her offering of fruits, hangs richly out
Her purple clusters; while yon beds of flowers,
Of many a name and hue, their incense pay
To genial Summer, when they drink her smiles.
Here oft at twilight of a summer's eve,
While linger yet, along the glowing west,