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Rh Unlike the Spring's gay race, I flourish most When groves and gardens all their bloom have lost; Lift my green head against the rattling hail, And brave the driving snows and freezing gale; And faithful lovers oft, when storms impend, Beneath my friendly shade together bend, There join their heads within the green recess, And in the close-wove covert nearer press. But lately am I known to Britain's isle, Enough—You’ve guessed—I see it by your smile.