" Happy, in my judgment, 

 The wandering herbalist, who clear alike 

 From vain, and that worse evil, vexing thoughts, 



* * * * peeps round 

 For some rare flow 1 ret of the hills, or plant of craggy 



fountains'' 



WORDSWORTH 



" Flower in the crannied wall, 

 I pluck you out of the crannies j 

 Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, 

 Little flower, but if I could understand 

 What you are, root and all, and all in all, 

 I should know what God and man is" 



TENNYSON. 



