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LINES WRITTEN IN THE GARDEN OF THE RECTORY AT WELWYN, ONCE THE RESIDENCE OF YOUNG THE POET.

Mourn not a leaf that strews the linden shade
Of Welwyn's faded bower;—and if the year
Hath touched her sunny foliage with the sere
And yellow lock of Autumn, it hath laid
A fitlier residence for her the maid,
Divine Urania! so let nought appear
Of the world's transitory glories near
This consecrated roof, nor thou upbraid
With thoughtless speech, Time's ministers with wrong,
Done to the Muses dwelling—not a thing
But blooms immortal here; to all belong
Perennial verdure, and an endless spring,
Brought from the poet's consecrated song
Around this sacred temple blossoming.