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A GREENHOUSE.
Fragrant and fresh, the tropical warm airLures into loveliness my petted flowers,
That newly bathed in artificial showers,
Hide in sweet shade their thousand beauties rare:
Here, in high pomp, the gorgeous Cactus flings
Its eastern tassel down the prickly stem,
And Fuchsias spread their tiny scarlet wings,
Like hovering humming-birds in emerald bowers:
There, the tall Amaryll's pink diadem
Above this lowlier Hyacinth queenly towers;
While Orange-blossoms, mingling in the throng
With blushing Roses, and Geraniums bright,
Pour forth an eloquent flood of silent song,
And fill my dancing spirit with delight.
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