FIELD FLOWERS. 
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God’s simple common things I love— 
My primrose, such as thee ! 
I love the fireside of my home, 
Because all sympathies, 
The feelings fond of every day 
Around its circle rise. 
And while admiring all the flowers 
That summer suns can give, 
Within my heart the primrose sweet. 
In lowly love doth live 1 
—Nicoll. 
FIELD FLOWERS. 
Ye field flowers ! the gardens eclipse you, 
’tis true. 
Yet, wildings of Nature,I dote upon you. 
For ye waft me to summers of old, 
When the earth teemed around me with 
fairy delight, 
And when daisies and buttercups gladdened 
my sight. 
Like treasures of silver and gold. 
I love you for lulling me back into dreams 
Of the blue Highland mountains and echo¬ 
ing streams, 
