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— 5une 29tb — Purity, Sweetnem 
Like the garden’s angels 
Do we seem. —Leigh Hunt. 
Mom Rosebud. — 30tb — Confession of Love. 
O’er the rose 
A veil of moss the angel throws, 
And robed in nature’s simplest weed, 
Could there a flower that rose exceed ? 
Thyme. — 5ul^ l0t — Activity. 
Now the summer is in prime, 
Wi’ the flowers richly blooming, 
And the wild mountain thyme 
A’ the moorlands perfuming.— Tannahill. 
Pink (Carnation). — 2n& — Woman’s Love. 
The curious choice clove July flower, 
Whose kind, hfght the carnation. 
For sweetness of most sovereign power. 
Shall help my wreath to fashion.— Drayton. 
Bluebells. — 3l*& — Constancy. 
The choicest buds in Flora’s train let other fingers 
twine. 
Let others snatch the damask rose, or wreathe the 
eglantine, 
I’d leave the sunshine and parterre and seek the 
woodland glade. 
To stretch me on the fragrant bed of bluebells in the 
shade .—Eliza Cook. 
Purple Lilac — 4tb — First Emotions of Love. 
O WEKE my love yon lilac fair, 
Wi’ purple blossoms in the spring.— Bums. 
