To a Child of Five Years old. By the Same. FAIREST flow'r, all flow'rs excelling, Which in Eden's garden grew; Flow'rs of Eve's' imbower'd dwelling, Are, my Fair-one, types of you. Mark, my Polly, how the roses Emulate thy damask cheek; How the bud its sweets discloses, Buds thy opening bloom bespeak. Lilies are, by plain direction, Emblems of a double kind; Emblems of thy fair complexion, Emblems of thy fairer mind. But, dear girl, both flow'rs and beauty Blossom, fade, and die away; Then pursue good sense and duty, Evergreens, that ne'er decay.