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GARDENS, WREATHS, &c. 
The charms of the late-blowing rose 
Seem pac’d with a livelier hue, 
And the winter of sorrow but shows 
The truth of a friend such as you. 
NOSEGAY OF WILD FLOWERS. 
SMITH. 
Fair rising from her icy couch, 
Wan herald of the floral year, 
The Snow-drop marks the spring’s approach. 
Ere yet the Primrose groups appear, 
Or peers the Arum* from its spotted veil, 
Or odorous Violets scent the cold capricious 
gale. 
Then thickly strewn in woodland bowers, 
Anemonies their stars unfold, 
There spring the Sorrel’s veined flowers, 
And rich in vegetable gold, 
From calyx pale, the freckled Cowslip born, 
Receives in amber cups the fragrant dews of 
morn. 
Lo ! the green Thorn, her silver buds 
Expands to May’s enliv’ning beam; 
* Cuckoo Pint. 
