GARDENS, WREATHS, &c. 
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Hottonia* blushes on the floods. 
And where the slowly trickling stream, 
Mid grass and spiry rushes stealing glides 
Her lovely fringed flowers fair Menyanthusf 
hides. 
In the lone copse, or shadowy dale, 
Wild cluster’d knots of Harebells blow, 
And droops the Lily of the Vale, 
O'er Vinca’s f matted leaves below. 
The Orchis race with vary’d beauty charm, 
And mock the exploring bee or fly’s aerial form . 
Wound in the hedge-row’s oaken boughs, 
The Woodbine’s tassels float in air, 
And blushing, the uncultur’d Rose 
Hangs high her beauteous blossoms there; 
Her fillets there the purple Nightshade weaves, 
And the Brionia winds her pale and scollop’d 
leaves. 
To later Summer’s fragrant breath; 
Clemati’s § feathery garlands dance; 
The hollow Foxglove nods beneath, 
While to tall Mullein’s yellow glance, 
Dear to the mealy tribe of ev’ning towers, 
And the weak Gallium || weaves its myriad 
fairy flowers. 
* Water Violet. + Bogbean. { Periwinkle. 
§ Virgin’s bower. || Yellow Lady's Bed-straw. 
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