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And the sea breeze as innocently breathes,
On Devon's leafy shores;—a sheltered Hold,
In a soft clime encouraging the soil
To a luxuriant bounty!—As our steps
Approach the embowered Abode, our chosen Seat,
See, rooted in the earth, its kindly bed,
The unendangered Myrtle, decked with flowers,
Before the threshold stands to welcome us!
While, in the flowering Myrtle's neighbourhood,
Not overlooked but courting no regard
Those native plants, the Holly and the Yew,
Gave modest intimation to the mind
Of willingness with which they would unite
With the green Myrtle, to endear the hours
Of winter, and protect that pleasant place.
—Wild were the walks upon those lonely Downs,
Track leading into track, how marked, how worn
Into bright verdure, among fern and gorse
Winding away its never-ending line,
On their smooth surface, evidence was none:
But, there, lay open to our daily haunt,
A range of unappropriated earth,
