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EVER more, when the day is o’er, Will the lonely vespers sound; No bells are ringing—no monks are singing, When the moonlight falls around.

A few pale flowers, which in other hours May have cheered the dreary mood; When the votary turned to the world he had spurned, And repined at the solitude.

Still do they blow ’mid the ruins below, For fallen are fane and shrine,

"Many a garden flower grows wild:" amid the ruins of the old monasteries, many a weary hour may their cultivation once have beguiled. At Fountain’s Abbey there is still preserved a species of pear peculiar to the place.