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of the heavenly house, how fair Your guerdons to our planet are! Skies ye paint of richest blue, And where the daisy's eye is found Peeping from the moisten'd ground, Ye lead those crystal waters through Which old Aquarius bound. The winged tenants of the grove Greet ye with a song of love, As mid the green boughs, void of fear, Their chambers soft and warm they rear: Hovers round each blooming stalk The bee, with nectar fill'd, And ants within the garden walk Their cone-roof'd cities build.

Sounds from every rippling shore Speak the reign of winter o'er, Shouting boys, with mirthful note, Gayly launch the tiny boat, And the new-fledged ducklings play On their oary-footed way, And when Evening dims the lake, Frogs their hoarse orchestra wake, And the tortoise loves to tell, Peering from his mottled shell,