

THE POETRY pr FLOWERS. 
THE GARLAND, 
BY PRIOR. 
Tue pride of every vrove I chose, 
The violet sweet, the lily fair, 
The dappled pink and blushing rose, 
To deck my charming Chloe’s hair. 
At morn the nymph vouchsafed to placs 
Upon her brow the various wreath Ke 
The flowers less blooming than her face, 
The scent less fragrant than her breath 
The flowers she wore along the day: 
And every nymph and shepherd said, 
That in her hair they look’d more gay 
Than glowing in their native bed. 
Undress’d at evening, when she found 
Their odours lost, their colours past ; 
She changed her look, and on the ground 
Her garland and her eye she cast. 
That eye dropp’d sense distinct and clear, 
As any Muse’s tongue could speak, 
When from its lid a pearly tear 
Ran trickling de-vn her beauteous cheek. 
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