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Excerpt from The Old-Fashioned Garden: And Other Verses So bright and lovely is the dear old place, It seems as though the country's very heart Were centered here, and that its antique grace Must ever hold it from the world apart. Immured it lies among the meadows deep, Its flowery stillness beautiful and calm as softest sleep. Some like a garden where the hand of art Appears in every terrace, walk, and bed, Where vases stand in even rows apart And shrubs are taught symmetric shade to spread But little art I wish; enough for me This garden where the flowers grow in sweet simplicity. Fair is each budding thing the garden shows, From spring's frail crocus to the latest bloom Of fading autumn. Every wind that blows Across that glowing tract sips rare perfume From all the tangled blossoms tossing there Soft winds, they fain would linger long, nor farther fare! The morning-glories ripple o'er the hedge And fleck its greenness with their tinted foam Sweet Wilding things, up to the garden's edge They love to wander from their meadow home, To take what little pleasure here they may Ere all their silken trumpets close before the warm mid-day. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.