Carl von Linne 



"Botanic Muse! who in this latter age 

 Led by your aiiy hand the Swedish sage, 

 Bade his keen eye your secret haunts ex- 



plort- 

 Oii dewy dell, high wood, and winding 



shore; 



Say on each leaf how tiny Graces dwell; 

 Flow laugh the Piea^iures in a blossom's 



bell; 

 [low insect loves arise lui cobweb wings. 

 Aim their light shafts, and point their 



little stings." 



— Ertisniiis Darwiii^ 17S1 



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