FLORA HISTORICA. 



full season, who come clad in all the various hues 

 ivhich mighty Sol has bestowed upon them by his 

 paternal smile, to offer him their odorous homage. 

 We shall therefore speak 



of plants, divine and strange, 



That ev'ry day their blossoms change, 



Ten thousand lovely hues ! 

 With budding, fading, faded flowers, 

 They stand, the Avonder of the bowers. 



From morn to evening dews. 



We would also at this season, without offence to 

 our friends, join Scott of Amwell, and say, 



Come, Cynthia, come ! in town no longer stay. 

 From crowds, and noise, and folly, haste away ! 

 The fields, the meads, the trees are all in bloom. 

 The vernal showers awake a rich perfume. 



Now by these cooling shades. 



The beauty of these plants. 



By these delightful meadows. 



These variegated flow'rs. 



By the soft music of the rills and birds. 



Let us sit down in joy ! 



Mil Toy, 



In this delightful garden 



This Paradise of flow'rs. 



The gay dehght of man, 



The treasure of the earth. 



The wonder of the world, the work of God. 



Andreini. 

 How I rejoice in viewing not alone 

 These flow'rs, these herbs, these high and gi-aceful plants. 



MiLTOX. 



