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Thro’ the green shade the golden Orange glows;
Spontaneous here the turgid Melon yields
A generous pulp; the Coco swells on high
With milky riches; and in horrid mail
The soft Ananas wraps its tender sweets. 335
Earth’s vaunted progeny: In ruder air
Too coy to flourish, even to proud to live;
Or hardly rais’d by artificial fire
To vapid life. Here with a mother’s smile