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Thus in the Kernel's intricate disguise,
In Miniature a little Orchard lies,
The fibrous Labyrinths by just degrees
Stretch their swoln Cells, replete with future Trees,
By Time evolv'd, the spreading Branches rise,
Yield their rich Fruits, and shoot into the Skies.
In Miniature a little Orchard lies,
The fibrous Labyrinths by just degrees
Stretch their swoln Cells, replete with future Trees,
By Time evolv'd, the spreading Branches rise,
Yield their rich Fruits, and shoot into the Skies.
O! lovely Babe, what Lustre shall adorn
Thy Noon of Beauty, when so bright thy Morn?
Shine forth advancing with a brighter Ray,
And may no Vice o'ercloud thy future Day!
With nobler Aims instruct thy Soul to glow,
Than those gay Trifles, Titles, Wealth, and Show:
May Valour, Wisdom, Learning crown thy Days!
Those Fools admire,—these Heav'n and Angels praise.
Thy Noon of Beauty, when so bright thy Morn?
Shine forth advancing with a brighter Ray,
And may no Vice o'ercloud thy future Day!
With nobler Aims instruct thy Soul to glow,
Than those gay Trifles, Titles, Wealth, and Show:
May Valour, Wisdom, Learning crown thy Days!
Those Fools admire,—these Heav'n and Angels praise.
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