The Canadian Horticulturist. 



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BABY EDINA. 



For tub Canadian Horticulturist. 



Lines written on the very beautiful child of Mr. Corbett, Foreign Freight Manager 

 of the C. P. R. 



HERE gat ye your 'een sae blue ; 



Hae ye been gazing on the skies, 

 So they reflected back on you 



The beauty o' their azure dyes ? 



Where gat ye your golden hair, 



Like silken tassel o' the corn ; 

 How came ye by that sprightly air, 



Like sparkling dew on sweet hawthorn ? 



And where gat ye those lovely cheeks ? 



Like peaches o' a Western clime ; 

 And voice as when a brooklet meets 



A laughing brooklet o' its kind ? 



And see those pouting, rosy lips, 



Can anything be half as sweet ? 

 From top to toe, and finger tips. 



She is a Cupid so complete. 



Her dimpled arms, see how she flings 



Around her mammy's neck ; 

 God-forfend she'd spread her wings, 



Her mammy's heart would break. 



Grandma Gowan. 



