EMBLEMS OF FLOWERS. 
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EMBLEMS OF FLOWERS. 
Adown 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. 
The daisy amused my fond fancy. 
So artless, so simple, so wild ; 
Thou emblem, said I, o’ my Phillis, 
For she is simplicity’s child. 
The rose-bud’s the blush o’ my charmer, 
Her sweet balmy lip when ’tis prest: 
How fair and how pure is the lily, 
But fairer and purer her breast. 
Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour, 
I They ne’er wi’ my Phillis can vie : 
I tier 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 
grove, 
When Phcebus peeps over the mountains, 
On music, and pleasure, and love. 
