FIELD FLOWERS 



THEY welcome our steps without the 

 city gates, on a gay and eager carpet 

 of many colours, which they wave 

 madly in the sunlight. It is evident that 

 they were expe6ling us. When the first 

 bright rays of March appeared, the 

 Snowdrop, or Amaryllis, the heroic 

 daughter of the hoar-frost, sounded the 

 reveille. Next sprang from the earth ef- 

 forts, as yet shapeless, of a slumbering 



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