. Birds and flowers, or, Lays and lyrics of rural life . it mischief, work, or is short and brown,Soft to touch as eider-down;Tempered like the balmy a rosy, laughing mouth;Cheeks just tinged with peachy red,And a graceful Hebe head;Hair put up in some wild with a hedge-roses , where is the bud or bellThat may match with Isabel ? Streaky tulip, jet and gold,Dearly priced whenever sold ; FLOWER COMPARISONS. 79 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 mothers knee
. Birds and flowers, or, Lays and lyrics of rural life . it mischief, work, or is short and brown,Soft to touch as eider-down;Tempered like the balmy a rosy, laughing mouth;Cheeks just tinged with peachy red,And a graceful Hebe head;Hair put up in some wild with a hedge-roses , where is the bud or bellThat may match with Isabel ? Streaky tulip, jet and gold,Dearly priced whenever sold ; FLOWER COMPARISONS. 79 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 mothers knee,Hers was thoughtful infancy;Growing up so meek and good,Even from her her mothers labour sharing;For the house and children caring;To her bed in silence creeping;Rising early, little sleeping;Learning soon of care and need;Learning late to write and read ;To all hardships reconciled,For she was a poor mans child !Whats the lowly flower of earthMatch for Jeanies humble worth ?. Soon poor Jeanies flower is met—The meek, precious violet!. Ha ^ There once was a garden grand and old,Its stately walks were trodden by few;And there, in its driest and deepest mould,The dark green poisonous Mandrake grew. Tbat gardens lord was a learned man,—It is of an ancient time we tell,— He was grim and stem, with a visage wan,And had books which only he could spell. THE MANDRAKE. 81 He liad been a monk in his younger days,They said, and travelled by land and sea; And now, in his old, ancestral place,He was come to study in privacy. A garden it was both large and lone,And in it was temple, cave, and mound; The trees were with ivy overgroAvn, And the depth of its lake no line had found. Some said that the springs of the lake lay deep Under the fierce volcanos root;For the water would ofttimes curl and leap When the summer air was calm and mute. And all along oer its margin dank Hung massy branches of evergreen;And among the pebbles upon the bank The playful water-snakes were se
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