THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
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FIELD FLOWERS. 
BY CAMPBELI 
Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you, tistrue, 
Yet, wildings of nature, I dote upon you, 
For ye waft me to summers of old, 
When the earth teem’d around me with fairy de¬ 
light, 
And when daisies and buttercups gladden’d my 
sight, 
Like treasures of silver and gold. 
I love you for lulling me back into dreams 
Of the blue Highland mountains and echoing 
streams. 
And ol birchen glades breathing their balm, 
While the deer was seen glancing in sunshine re¬ 
mote, 
And the deep mellow crush of the wood-pigeon s 
note 
Made music that sweeten’d the cairn. 
Not a pastoral song has a pleasanter tune 
Than ye speak to my heart, little wildings of June: 
Of old ruinous castles ye tell, 
Where I thought it delightful your beauties to 
find, 
When the magic of nature first breathed on my 
mind, 
And your blossoms we/e nart of the sDelL 
