SUMMEE FLOWEES. 
'Now wreathe your garlands, bind yonr posies, 
This is the favored time for roses; 
Leave city walls and palace gates, 
And go where lovely Nature waits 
To welcome you with open arms. 
And proffer all her blooming charms. 
She leads you where the Sweet-brier grows, — 
To hedges, bright with Mountain Eose; 
She beckons from the shady grove. 
Where wild birds sing their songs of love. 
And charm you with their chattering noise, 
Eesponding to each other’s joys. 
She WOOS you with her softest breeze, 
And waves a welcome from the trees; 
She leads you to the glassy lake, — 
Through Laurel shrubs, and tufted brake, 
Where queenly Ehododendron seeks 
To view her fair reflected cheeks, — 
Whose rippling waters take delight 
In throwing back her blushes bright, 
While smiling on the silvery sheen. 
From out her bowers of evergreen. 
We’U follow still, where Nature leads, 
Through shady woods, and flowery meads, 
To groves, where on the tree-top high, 
Fair Tulip flowers attract the eye. 
Which deign to bend a lowly glance 
Upon the bank where Blue-bells dance. 
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