THE CHILD AND THE FLOWERS. 
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THE CHILD AND THE FLOWERS. 
Put up thy work, dear mother; 
Dear mother come with me, 
For I’ve found within the garden, 
The beautiful sweet-pea! 
And rows of stately hollyhocks 
Down by the garden-wall, 
All yellow, white, and crimson, 
So many-bued and tall! 
And bending on their stalks, mother, 
Are roses white and red ; 
And pale-stemmed balSams all a-blow. 
On every garden-bed. 
Put up thy work, I pray thee, 
And come out, mother dear! 
We used to buy these flowers. 
But they are growing here ! 
Oh, mother ! little Amy 
Would have loved these flowers to see;— 
Dost remember how vve tried to get 
For her a pink sweet-pea ? 
