know as wheat and oats, as rye and maize. The Clans 



Thus do we come to * the waving hair of the 

 ever- wheeling earth,' and behold the unresting 

 Mother as in a vision, but with the winds of 

 space for ever blowing her waving tresses in a 

 green gladness, or in a shimmer of summer- 

 gold, or in the bronze splendour of the 

 autumnal passage. 



But the grasses proper, alone: the green 

 grass itself what a delight to think of these, 

 even if the meaning of the title of this paper 

 be inclusive of them and them only. What 

 variety, here, moreover. The first spring- 

 grass, how welcome it is. What lovely 

 delicacy of green. It is difficult anywhere to 

 match it. Perhaps the first greening of the 

 sallow, that lovely hair hung over ponds and 

 streams or where sloping lawns catch the 

 wandering airs of the south : or the pale green- 

 flame of the awakening larch : or the tips of 

 bursting hawthorn in the hedgerows perhaps, 

 these are nearest to it in hue. But with 

 noonlight it may become almost the pale- 

 yellow of sheltered primroses, or yellow-green 

 as the cowslip before its faint gold is minted, 

 and in the mellowing afternoon it may often 

 be seen as illuminated (as with hidden delicate 

 flame) as the pale -emerald candelabra of the 

 hellebore. How different is the luxuriant 



