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by Abraham Cowley
Let tulips trust not the warm vernal rain,
But dread the frosts and still their blooms restrains
So when bright Phoebus smiles with kindly care
The moon not sullied by a lowering air,
Early the beauteous race you'll wondering see,
Ranged in the beds ,a numerous progeny
The tulip with her painted charms display
Through the mild air,and make the garden gay
The tulip which with gaudy colours stained
The name of beauty to her race has gained
For whether she in scarlet does delight
Chequered and streaked with lines of glittering white
Or sprinkled o'er with purple charms our sight;
Or widow-like beneath a sable veil
her purest , the