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14 language and sentiment op flowers. 
with the following lines from Burns, on 
the “Emblems of Flowers.” 
Adowu winding Nith I did wander 
To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; 
Adown winding Nith I did wander, 
Of Phillis to muse and to sing. 
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The daisy amused my fond fancy, 
So artless, so simple, so wild , 
Thou emblem, said 1, o’ my Phillis. 
For she is simplicity’s child. 
The rose-bud’s the blush o’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 harbour, 
They ne’er wi* my Phillis can vie ; 
Her breath is the breath of the woodbine, 
Its dew-drop o’ diamond her eye. 
Her voice is the song of the morning, 
That wakes through the green spreading g rove, 
When Phoebus peeps over the mountains, 
On music, and pleasure, and love. 
But beauty how frail and how fleeting, 
J. The bloom of a fine summer’s day ! 
While worth in the mind o’ my Phillis 
Will flourish without a decay. 
