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TO AN ARBUTUS.
OCTOBER 1.
Fair shrub, thick-strewn with flowers and bunchëd fruit,With hum of happy bees all-murmurous,
Spring lingers 'mid thy boughs, with Autumn, thus
A sweet comparison to institute,
And of thee the possession to dispute—
Bright butterflies enjoy thine overplus
Of sweets, and bees turn to still better use
Thy late abundance, and their hives recruit.
Thy berries mock the lip, flattering the eye
With the sweet strawberry's red livery—
Thy flowers, like fairy bells, stir lightly in
The odorous air, while the bees' merry din
Might seem the peal, for high festivity,
'Mongst them, and all their airy kith and kin!
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