PART III. 

 SYNOPSIS OF PLANTS 



1 Despise not thou the wild flower ! - Small it seems. 

 And of neglected growth, and its light bells 

 Hang carelessly on every passing gale : 

 Yet it is finely wrought, and colours there 

 Might shame the Tyriau purple ; and it bears 

 Marks of a care eternal and divine. 

 Duly the dews descend to give it food ; 

 The sun revives it drooping, and the showers 

 Add to its beauty ; and the airs of heaven 

 Are round it for delight." 



" Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow ; they toil not, neither do they 

 spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not 

 arrayed like one of these." 



