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gardens, wreaths, &c. 
Althaea with the purple eye ; the broom, 
Yellow and bright, as bullion unalloy’d, 
Her blossoms; and luxuriant above all 
The jasmine, throwing wide herelegantsweets, 
The deep dark green of whose unvarnish’d leaf 
Makes more conspicuous, and illumines more 
The bright profusion of her scatter’d stars.— 
These have been, and these shall be in #ieir 
day : 
And all this uniform uncolour’d scene 
Shall be dismantled of its fleecy load, 
And flush into variety again. 
From dearth to plenty, and from death to life, 
Is Nature's progress, when she lectures man 
In heav’nly truth : evincing, as she makes 
The grand transition, thatthere lives and works 
A soul in all things, and that soul is God. 
FIELD FLOWERS. 
CAMPBELL. 
Ye field flowers ! the gardens eclipse you, ’tis 
true, 
Yet, wildlings of nature, I dote upon you, 
For ye waft me to summers of old, 
W hen the earth teem’d around me with fairy 
delight, 
