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feels the call of the morning sun, and will 

 open to him if you give it a good chance. Coil 

 their stems up in the grass on the lawn, where 

 the sun's rays can reach them,i, and sprinkle 

 them copiously. By the time you are ready 

 for your morning walk, there they sit upon the 

 moist grass, almost as charmingly as upon the 

 wave. 



Our more choice wild-flowers, the rarer and 

 finer spirits among them, please us by their in- 

 dividual beauty and charm; others, more coarse 

 and common, delight us by mass and profusion; 

 we regard not the one, but the many, as did 

 Wordsworth his golden daffodils : — 



" Ten thousand, saw I at a glance 

 Tossing their heads in sprightly dance." 



Of such is the marsh- marigold, giving a 

 golden lining to many a dark, marshy place in 

 the leafless April woods, or marking a little 

 watercourse through a greening meadow with a 

 broad line of new gold. One glances up from 

 his walk, and his eye falls upon something like 

 fixed and heaped-up sunshine there beneath the 

 alders, or yonder in the freshening field. 



In a measure, the same is true of our wild 

 sunflowers, lighting up many a neglected bushy 

 fence corner or weedy roadside with their 

 bright, beaming faces. The evening primrose 

 is a coarse, rankly growing plant; but, in late 

 summer, how many an untrimmed bank is 

 painted over by it with the most fresh and 

 delicate canary yellow! 



