"When o'er the cultur'd lawns and dreary wastes
Retiriing Autum flings her howling blasts,
Bends in tumultous waves the struggling woods,
And show'rs their leafy honours on the floods,
In with'ring heaps collects the flowery spoil,
And each chill insect sinks beaneath the soil:
Quick hears fair TULIPA the loud alarms,
And folds her infant closer in her
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