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Now towards the earth the gay procession bends, Lo! from the buoyant air, the car descends; Anticipating then the various year, Flowers of all hues and every month appear, From every swelling bulb its blossoms rise; Here, blow the Hyacinths of loveliest dyes, Breathing of heaven; and there, her royal brows Begemmed with pearl, the Crown imperial shews; Peeps the blue Gentian, from the soft'ning ground, Jonquils and Violets, shed their odours round; The Honeysuckle rears his scallop'd horn; A snow of blossoms whiten on the thorn. Here, like the fatal fruit to Paris given, That spread fell feuds throughout the fabled heaven,