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I wine not sing the mossy rose, yeaa | 
The jasmine sweet, or lily fair, HN 
The tints the rich carnation shows, i i 
The stock’s sweet scent that fills the air. Hany 
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Full many a bard has sung their praise a a 
In metres smooth, and polished line; iW) 
', A simple flower and humbler lays Hin 
h, May best befit a pen like mine. i 
There is a small but lovely flower, i 
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With crimson star and calyx brown, 
rts, On pathway side, beneath the bower, 
By Nature’s hand profusely strown. 

moon, Mae 
Inquire you when this floweret springs ?7— \ Nine 
When Nature wakes to mirth and love, Hyd 
When all her fragrance summer flings, pei 
When latest autumn chills the grove. 
Oud, 
Like the sweet bird whose name it bears, 
*Midst falling leaves and fading flowers, 
The passing traveller it cheers, 
In shorten'd days and darksome hours. 

