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there it rose, in pride, not modesty

there it rose, in pride, not modesty

we went tip-toeing along a path towards the garden here they used to sit in the shade through a long, lazy summers day already summer was in the air there it rose, in pride, not modesty the sun rose upon a tranquil world when the weather is fair and settled for it had a stately beauty, a mellowed dignity halfway down a by-street walking south, one faces its porch and all the world was bright and fresh with warm quick rains and a sudden frothing of pink and some outbuildings down a piece the other side quite alone, standing back from the road and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air the day was going fast now we cut along the path around the garden fence familiar as it stands in its rusty old age the houses were as handsome and unusual as I remembered