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Freak'd pansies, fumitory, pimpernel, Circled with arras light, the secret cell:— But who against all evils can provide? Hid, and overshadow'd thus, and fortified, By teasel, and the scabious' thready disk, Corn-marygold, and thistles; too much risk The little household still were doom'd to run, For the same ardent sun, Whose beams had drawn up many an idle flower, To fence the lonely bower, Had by his powerful heat, Matured the wheat; And chang'd of hue, it hung its heavy head, While every rustling gale that blew along From neighbouring uplands, brought the rustic song Of harvest merriment: then full of dread,