FLOWER-GARDENING. 



CHAPTER L 



INTRODUCTION. 



&quot; AWAKE ! the morning shines, and the fresh field 

 Calls you : ye lose the prime, to mark how spring 

 The tended plants, how blows the Citron grove; 

 What drops the Myrrh, and what the balmy Keed ; 

 How Nature paints her colors; how the bee 

 Sits on the bloom, extracting liquid sweets.&quot; 



How delightful is this fragrance ! It is distributed in 

 exquisite proportion ; neither so strong as to oppress the 

 organs, nor so faint as to elude them. We are soon cloyed at 

 a sumptuous banquet ; but this pleasure never loses its poig 

 nancy, nor palls the appetite. This balmy entertainment not 

 only regales the sense, but cheers the very soul ; and, instead 

 of clogging, elates its powers. 



&quot; The soft green grass is growing 



O er meadow and o er dale ; 

 The silv ry founts are flowing 



Upon the verdant vale ; 

 The pale Snow-drop is springing 



To greet the glo wing sun ; 

 The Primrose sweet is flinging 



Perfume the fields along; 

 The trees are in their blossom, 



The birds are in their song ; 

 As Spring upon the bosom 



Of Nature s borne along. 

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