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^ The Scented Qarden ^ 



Than roses richer to behold 

 That trim up lovers' bowers, 

 The pansy and the marigold 

 Tho' Phoebus' paramours.' 



Gorbo. 

 ' Thou well describ'st the Daffodil : 

 It is not full an hour 

 Since by the spring, near yonder hill, 

 I saw the lovely flower.' 



Batte. 



' Yet my fair flower thou didst not meet 

 Nor news of her didst bring, 

 And yet my Daffodil's more sweet 

 Than that by yonder spring.' 



Gorbo. 



* I saw a shepherd that doth keep 

 In yonder field of lilies 



Was making as he fed his sheep 

 A wreath of daffodillies.' 



Batte. 



* Yet, Gorbo, thou deludst me still 

 My flower thou didst not see ; 

 For I know my pretty Daffodil 

 Is worn of none but me. 



To show itself but near her feet 

 No lily is so bold, 

 Except to shade her from the heat 

 Or keep her from the cold.' 



Gorbo. 



* Through yonder as I did pass 

 Descending from the hill, 



