Fowers to sell! flowers to
sell !
I roamed in the morning
early
By blossoming brake and by
hawthorn | dell,
While dews on the grass
hung pearly.

Flowers to sell! flowers to sell!

From Butterfly’s bower I reft
. them,
The one bees promised they
would not tell,

If honey enough I left them.

Flowers to sell! flowers to sell!
See where I pluck’d them yonder ;
A fairy peep’d out of her fox-glove cell,

And whispered me here to wander.

Flowers to sell! flowers to sell!
She knew you'd be here to buy them ;
The dew is yet bright on each bud and _ bell,
Come, pay me a kiss, and try them,
Helen Marton Burnside.