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<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h1 class="title">A<br/> LITTLE GIRL<br/> TO HER FLOWERS.<br/> IN VERSE.</h1> <hr /> <h3>ILLUSTRATED BY ENGRAVINGS.</h3> <hr /> <h3>London:</h3> <h5>PRINTED FOR HARVEY AND DARTON,<br/> GRACECHURCH STREET.<br/> 1828.</h5> <hr class="hr2" /> <h4>Price 1<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i> coloured.</h4> <div id="container"> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-002.jpg" width-obs="498" height-obs="488" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2> DAISY.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>This little Daisy we all love,<br/> Because it seems to say,<br/> “I’m come to tell good girls and boys,<br/> That Winter’s gone away.”<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-003.jpg" width-obs="495" height-obs="479" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>SNOWDROP.</h2> <p>There is another flower, too,<br/> I dearly love to see;<br/> The little Snowdrop, peeping through<br/> The frozen ground at me.<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-004.jpg" width-obs="495" height-obs="483" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>PRIMROSE.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>This is a pretty Primrose,<br/> In shady lanes it grows;<br/> And early in the pleasant spring,<br/> In gardens too it blows.<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-005.jpg" width-obs="493" height-obs="483" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>DAFFODIL.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>Here is a formal Daffodil,<br/> Though common, yet a favourite still;<br/> It seems such joyous news to bring,<br/> As harbinger of pleasant Spring.<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-006.jpg" width-obs="497" height-obs="482" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>MAY-BLOSSOM.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>Oh, beauteous, little May-blossom,<br/> I am rejoiced that you are come,<br/> To smile upon us once again,<br/> After the winter’s snow and rain.<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-007.jpg" width-obs="487" height-obs="482" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>VIOLET.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>How I do love the Violet!<br/> Of all the flow’rs it is my pet;<br/> How snug it hides its little head<br/> In the green leaves of its low bed.<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-008.jpg" width-obs="490" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>LILY OF THE VALLEY.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>Lowly Lily of the Vale,<br/> To me you tell a useful tale:<br/> You say, “Be pretty as you will,<br/> Yet modesty is lovelier still.—<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-009.jpg" width-obs="492" height-obs="482" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>FORGET-ME-NOT.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>“Forget me not:” no, lovely flow’r,<br/> I’ll think on thee for many an hour:<br/> If I could paint, I’d copy thee;<br/> Then thou wouldst long remember’d be.<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-010.jpg" width-obs="495" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>TULIP.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>The Tulip, with its varied hues<br/> Of crimson, brown, and rich dark blues,<br/> (Tho’ scentless,) splendid you appear,<br/> When thickly set in rich parterre.<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-011.jpg" width-obs="498" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>ROSE.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>I cannot wonder that the Rose<br/> Is such a favourite flower;<br/> How beautiful and sweet it is,<br/> With jess’mine in the bower.<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-012.jpg" width-obs="492" height-obs="477" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>SUNFLOWER.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>I don’t admire the Sunflower,<br/> It rears its head so high;<br/> And looks so proud, and seems to say,<br/> “I’m climbing to the sky.”<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-013.jpg" width-obs="489" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>FIELD-FLOWERS.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>But oh! the fields they are so sweet,<br/> The gardens are so gay,<br/> That I should like to run about,<br/> And nosegays make all day.<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-014.jpg" width-obs="491" height-obs="477" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>GREEN-HOUSE.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>And now we’ll see the Green-house Plants:<br/> They cannot bear cold air;<br/> Yet with them many wild field-flowr’s<br/> In beauty may compare.<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-015.jpg" width-obs="491" height-obs="475" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>MYRTLES AND GERANIUMS.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>The Myrtles and Geraniums<br/> Seem mostly to abound;<br/> And these, in the warm summer months,<br/> Are planted in the ground.<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-016.jpg" width-obs="494" height-obs="477" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>CAMELLIA JAPONICA.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>Here are the rich Camellias;<br/> Oh, ’tis a splendid sight!<br/> Some variegated with soft tints,<br/> Some crimson, and some white.<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-017.jpg" width-obs="499" height-obs="485" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>PASSION-FLOWER.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>How gracefully the Passion-flow’r,<br/> Along the trellis twining,<br/> Shows symmetry, with colours fair,<br/> So pleasingly combining.<br/></p> <div class="figcenter"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</SPAN></span> <ANTIMG src="images/i-018.jpg" width-obs="494" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2>ORANGES.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>The Oranges, and Lemons too,<br/> All in their proper station,<br/> Tho’ robb’d of half their native charms,<br/> Invite our admiration.<br/></p> <h2 class="top"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</SPAN></span>CONCLUSION.</h2> <hr class="hr3" /> <p>But tell me now, who made these flow’rs,<br/> Who moulded them so fair;<br/> Who taught them, with such rich perfume,<br/> To scent the morning air.<br/> <br/> Who fill’d their cups with drops of dew,<br/> When parch’d with summer’s rays;<br/> Who tinged their leaves with brightest hue,<br/> On which we wondering gaze.<br/> <br/> Can <i>man</i> such splendid dyes produce?<br/> Can he such colours blend?<br/> Can he the tendril graceful twine,<br/> Or the soft branches bend?<br/> <br/> Oh no! ’tis God, who reigns on high,<br/> Who form’d the earth and heaven;<br/> Who framed each star that lights the sky.<br/> He hath to mortals given<br/> <br/> All these, and more! And should not we,<br/> Frail children of mortality,<br/> With thankful hearts, each day, each night,<br/> Think of his goodness infinite?<br/> <br/> And pray, that gratitude may still<br/> Our stubborn hearts with rapture fill?<br/> O teach us humbly to adore<br/> Thee first, Thee last, Thee evermore!<br/></p> <h3 class="top2">THE END.</h3> <hr /> <h5 class="none"> Harvey, Darton, and Co. Printers,<br/> Gracechurch-street, London. </h5> <hr /></div> <SPAN name="endofbook"></SPAN> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />

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