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 We are wreathed in her hair

By the hands loved best,

Or clustered with care

On her gentle breast:

And oh! what gems can so well adorn

The fair-haired girl on her bridal morn?

Blooming in sunshine, and growing in showers,

Dancing in breezes—we gay young Flowers!

How oft doth an emblem-bud silently tell

What language could never speak half so well!

E'en sister flow'rs envy the favoured lot

Of that blue-eyed darling, Forget-me-not.

Her name is now grown a charmed word,

By whose echo the holiest "thoughts are stirred."

Come forth in the Spring,

And our wild haunts seek,

When the wood-birds sing,

And the blue skies break:

Come forth to the hill—the wood—the vale—

Where we merrily dance in the sportive gale!

Oh! come to the rivers rim, come to us there,

For the white water-lily is wondrous fair,

With her large broad leaves on the stream afloat

(Each one a capacious fairy-boat),

The swan among ! how stately ride

Her snow-white leaves on the rippling tide;