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FLORAL POESY. 
Oh! then, unfold thy simple charms 
In yon deep thicket’s sheltering arms. 
Far from the fierce and sultry glare, 
No heedless hand shall harm thee there ; 
Still, then, avoid the gaudy scene, - 
The flaunting sun, the embroidered green, 
And bloom and fade with chaste reserve, unseen. 
THE HAREBELL. 
SCOTT. 
‘* For me,”—she stooped, and, looking round, 
Plucked a blue harebell from the ground,— 
«‘ For me, whose memory scarce conveys 
An image of more splendid days, 
This little flower, that loves the lea, 
May well my simple emblem be ; 
It drinks heaven’s dew blithe as the rose 
That in the king’s own garden grows ; 
And when I place it in my hair, 
Allan, a bard, is bound to swear 
He ne’er saw coronet so fair.” 

