22 LET US GO TO THE WOODS. 
You may set it like pearls in the folds of 
your- hair. 
And if for your bosom you’d have a bouquet, 
Here’s the Meadow-pink sweet, and the 
Touch-me-not gay. 
Here’s the full-blown Azalea, perfuming 
the air, 
Here’s the Cardinal-flower, that a princess 
might wear. 
And the wild mountain Phlox, pink and pur¬ 
ple and blue, 
And star-flowers both of white and of gol¬ 
den hue. 
And here’s a bright blossom, a gay one in¬ 
deed, 
Our mountain-maids name it the Butterfly- 
weed ; 
So gorgeous its colours, one scarcely can 
tell 
If the flower or the insect in beauty excel. 
Here’s the low dwarf Acacia, that droops as 
it grows, 
And its leaves, as you gather them, tremble 
and close. 
And near us, I know by her breath on the 
gale, 
Is the tall yellow Primrose, so pretty and 
pale. 
