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Gapes the Granado tints incarnadine whereby, O Ruby! shent is all thy sheen; ’braced by her husband-Elm the happy Vine beareth her berrièd birth, here red, there green.
And ye, O Pears! if long your boughs design with luscious pyramids to deck the scene, busk ye to ’dure what hurt and harm may wreak to your soft flanks the Bird’s injurious beak.