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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
And the langer it leevit, the greener it grew, 
For ’twas lulled by the winds, and fed by the dew ; 
Oh, fresh was the air where it reared its head, 
Wi’ the radiance and odours its young leaves 
shed. 
When the morning rose frae his eastern ha’ 
This bonnie wee flower was the earliest of a’ 
To open its cups sealed up in the dew. 
And spread out its leaves o’ the yellow and blue. 
When the winds were still, and the sun rode 
high. 
And the clear mountain stream ran wimplin’ by, 
When the wee birds sang, and the wilderness bee 
Was floating awa’ like a clud over the sea; 
This bonnie wee flower was blooming unseen— 
The sweet child of summer—in its rokely green. 
And when the clud grew dark on the plain. 
When the stars were out and the moon in the 
wane. 
When the bird and the bee had gane to rest. 
And the dews of the night the green earth press’d : 
This bonnie wee flower lay smiling asleep. 
Like a beautiful pearl in the dark green deep. 
And when Autumn came, and the summer had 
pass’d. 
And the wan leaves were strewn on the swirling 
blast, 
