CLASS XXIV. 



CRYPTOGAMIA. 



" Then spring the living herbs, profusely wild, 

 O'er all the deep-green earth, beyond the power 

 Of botanists to number up their tribes : 

 Whether he steals along the lonely dale, 

 In silent search ; or through the forest, rank 

 With what the dull incurious weeds account, 

 Bursts his blind way ; or climbs the mountain-rock, 

 Fir'd by the nodding verdure of its brow : 

 With such a liberal hand has Nature flung 

 Their seeds abroad, blown them about in winds, 

 Innumerous mix'd them with the nursing mould, 

 The moistening current, and prolific rain." 



THOMSON. 



