FLOWER COMPARISONS. 
And you laugh, despite your will. 
Isabel is never still, 
Always doing, never done, 
Be it mischief, work, or fun. 
Isabel is short and brown, 
Soft to touch as eider-down; 
Tempered, like the balmy south, 
With a rosy, laughing mouth; 
Cheeks just tinged with peachy red, 
And a graceful Hebe-head ; 
Hair put up in some wild way, 
Decked with a hedge-rose’s spray. 
Now, where is the bud or bell 
That may match with Isabel? 
Streaky tulip jet and gold, 
Dearly priced whenever sold ; 
Rich in colour, low and sweet, 
This for Isabel is meet. 
Last for Jeanie, grave and mild— 
Jeanie never was a child! 
Sitting on her mother’s knee, 
Hers was thoughtful infancy ; 
Or 
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