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GARDENS, WREATHS, &c. 
GARDEN LECTURE. 
EVANS. 
Amid my garden’s broider’d paths I trod, 
And there my mind soon caught her 
favourite clue; 
I seem’d to stand amid the church of God, 
And flowers were preachers, and (still 
stranger) drew 
From their own life and course 
The love they would enforce. 
And sound their doctrine was, and every pre¬ 
cept true. 
And first the Sunflower spake. Behold, he 
said, 
How I unweariedly from dawn to night 
Turn to the wheeling sun my golden head. 
And drink into my disk fresh draughts of 
light. 
O, mortal! look and learn; 
So, with obedient turn, 
From womb to grave pursue the sun of life 
and might. 
And next I heard the lowly Camomile, 
Who, as I trod on him with reckless feet. 
And wrang his perfume out, cried, List awhile - 
E’en thus with charity the proud one greet. 
