100 FABLES OF FLORA. 
Bums lias not forgotten the favorite flower of 
his countrymen. 
‘ Their groves of sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, 
Where bright beaming summers exalt the perfume; 
Far dearer to me yon lone glen of green breckan, 
Wi’ the bum stealing under the lang yellow Broom.' 
Cowper speaks of 
‘ The Broom, 
Yellow and bright, as bullion unalloyed, 
Her blossoms.’ 
FABLE XXIX. 
The Wildling and the Broom. 
In yonder greenwood blows the Broom; 
Shepherds, we ’ll trust our flocks to stray, 
Court Nature in her sweetest bloom, 
And steal from Care one summer day. 
From him,* whose gay and graceful brow 
Fair-handed Hume with roses binds, 
We ’ll learn to breathe the tender vow, 
Where slow the fairy Fortha winds. 
And, O! that he,| whose gentle breast 
In Nature’s softest mould was made, 
Who left her smiling works imprest 
In characters that cannot fade; 
• Wm. Hamilton. 
f Thomson. 
