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Feel not the pensive pleasures known To him, who, thro' the morning mist, Explores the bowery shrubs new blown, A moralizing Botanist.—

He marks, with colours how profuse Some are design'd to please the eye; While beauty some combine with use, In admirable harmony.

The fruit buds, shadow'd red and white, Amid young leaves of April hue; Convey sensations of delight, And promise fruits autumnal too: