But the child that stands amid the blossoms gay A Garden Is sweeter, quainter, brighter e'en than they. CELIA THAXTER. f Girls The Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Alone she cuts and binds the grain, No nightingale did ever chaunt A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard, Will no one tell me what she sings?— Garden f Girls Or is it some more humble lay, Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang We, Hermia, Helena and Hermia Have with our needles created both one flower, But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry Due but to one, and crownéd with one crest. 'rom "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Phyllis In petticoat of green, Sat milking her fair flock; 'Mongst that sweet-strained moisture, rare de light, Her hand seemed milk, in milk it was so white. WILLIAM DRUMMOND. So Sweet Is She Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touched it? Have marked but the fall of the snow, you Before the soil hath smutched it? Have you felt the wool of the beaver? Or have smelt o' the bud of the brier? A Garden of Girls A Garden Or have tasted the bag of the bee? of Girls Oh, so white! oh, so soft! oh, so sweet, is she! From "The Triumph of Charis.” I Love My Jean Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best; There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And monie a hill between; But day and night my fancy's flight I see her in the dewy flowers, But minds me o' my Jean. ROBERT BURNS. My Nannie's Awa' Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays, The snaw-drap an' primrose our woodlands adorn, Thou lav'rock that springs frae the dews of the The shepherd to warn o' the gray-breaking dawn, Come, autumn, sae pensive, in yellow an' gray, ROBERT Burns. A Garden of Girls |