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12 LANGUAGE AND SENTIMENT OF FLOWERS. 
delightful in nature, are alone able to perfect 
what they have originated. 
We shall conclude this introduction with 
the following lines from Burns, on the 
“ Emblems of Flowers.” 
Adown winding Nith I did wander, 
To mark the sweet flowers as tiiey spring ; 
Adown winding Nith I did wander, 
Of Phillis to muse and to sing. 
The daisy amused my fond fancy, 
So artless, so simple, so wild : 
Thou emblem, said I, o’ my Phillis, 
For she is simplicity’s child. 
The rose-bud’s the blush of my charmer, 
Her sweet balmy lip when ’tis press’d ; 
How fair and how pure is the lily. 
But fairer and purer her breast. 
Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbor, 
They ne’er wi’ my Phillis can vie ; 
Her breath is the breath of tire woodbine, 
Its dew drop o’ diamond her eye. 
Her voice is the song of the morning, 
That wakes through the green-spreading grove 
When Phoebus peeps over the mountains, 
On music, and pleasure, and love. 
But beauty, how frail and how fleeting, 
The bloom of a fine summer’s day ! 
While worth in the mind o’ my Phillis 
Will flourish without a decay ! 
