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When #Fields are #Green, & skies are fair,
& #Summer #Fragrance fills the air,

I love to watch the #Budding #Rose
That in my pleasant #Garden grows;

But when old #Winter, fierce & free,
Has hushed the murmur of the #Bee,

& all the fields and #Hills are hid
Beneath his #snowy coverlid,

Oh! then my only garden-spot
Is just this little #Flowerpot.

- George Cooper, American poet, My Garden