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These tow'rs, that long withstood the blast, These mossy tow'rs are mouldering fast, While Flora's children stay; To mantle o'er the lonely pile, To gild destruction with a smile, And beautify decay!

Sweets of the wild! uncultur'd blowing, Neglected in luxuriance glowing; From the dark ruins frowning near. Your charms in brighter tints appear, And richer blush assume; You smile with softer beauty crown'd, Whilst all is desolate around, Like sun-shine on a tomb!

Thou hoary pile! majestic still, Memento of departed fame! While roving o'er the moss-clad hill, I ponder on thine ancient name!