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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,