POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
75 
Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, 
How akin they are to human things. 
And with child-like, credulous affection 
We behold their tender buds expand ; 
Emblems of our own great resurrection, 
Emblems of the bright and better land, 
THE FLOWER OF THE WEST. 
The dewdrops of morning 
Each flower were adorning. 
The sweet early lark soared on high ’bove her nest, 
As by Kelvin* I strayed, 
Where its clear waters played. 
To meet with fair Jeannie, the flower of the west. 
0, long have I lo’ed her, 
With fond thoughts have wooed her— 
To her breathed my soul in strains she loves best; 
There’s none knows the feeling. 
That’s through my heart stealing. 
At the name of sweet Jeannie, the flower of the west, 
Her hair in soft tresses, 
Her pale cheek caresses; 
Her eyes like twin stars when the sun’s gone to rest; 
* A beautiful and romantic stream in Scotland. 
