FLORA AND THALIA. 105 



BUD BY MY EARLY WALK, 



A ROSE-BUD, by my early walk, 

 A down a corn-inclosed bawk, 

 Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, 



All on a dewy morning. 

 Ere twice the shades d' dawn are fled. 

 In a' its crimson glory spread. 

 And drooping rich the dewy head, 



It scents the early morning. 

 Within the bush, her covert nest 

 A little linnet fondly prest. 

 The dew sat chilly on her breast 



Sae early in the morning. 

 She soon shall see her tender brood 

 The pride, the pleasure o' the wood, 

 Among the fresh green leaves bedew'd. 



Awake the early morning. 

 So thou, dear bird, young Jenny fair. 

 On trembling string, or vocal air, 

 Shall sweetly pay the tender care 



That tents thy early morning. 

 So thou, sweet Rose-bud, young and gay, 

 Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day. 

 And bless the parent's evening ray, 



That watch'd thy early morning. 



BURKS. 

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