BASKET of FLOWERS. SONG.
18th Century Christian Carstairs EnglishBASKET of FLOWERS.
SONG.
PRofusely gay, they catch the eye, This one I chuse and most admire.
Such as the rose may Mary be, When youth is fled. She's good to me.
Stranger I came without a name, All these fine flowers she brought to me.
Softly, my lyre, — that silken string, Tun'd to a gift so sweet to sing.
The blushing rose — and jessamine, Sweet is that air — sweet lyre again.
Than blushing rose or jessamine, Dearer to me in Friendship's name.
Softly, my lyre, that trembling string, Friendship so new, a fleeting thing.
No, strike! nor tremble, tremble so, Friendship and Virtue thou art one.