. Birds and flowers, or, Lays and lyrics of rural life . ^-■) 13 Vti^^^-^^ rr. THE CHILD AND THE FLOWERS. Put by thy work, dear mother; Dear mother, come with me,For Ive found, within the garden, The beautiful sweet-pea ! And rows of stately hollyhocksDowai by the garden-wall. All yellow, white, and crimson,So many-hued and tall! And, bending on their stalks, mother,Are roses white and red; THE CHILD AND THE FLOWERS. And pale-stemmed balsams all a-blowOn every garden-bed. Put by thy work, I pray thee,And come out, mother dear ! We used to buy these flowers,But they are giowing here ! iPf

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