22 IN THE ACADIAN LAND. 



took to win the confidence of the daintiest flowers 

 and draw them from the fierce struggle for exist- 

 ence with contending species that must have 

 the glaring sunshine or perish from the earth. 

 These forests became an asylum for delicate 

 forms that could not hold their own outside 

 with coarser species. No thistles nor docks, nor 

 daisies nor buttercups, nor any of their clans 

 ever grow and bloom in leafy mould or mossy 

 tussock of our deeper woods. Nestled there 



" la beauty, such as blooms not in the glare 

 Of the broad sun. The delicate forest flower 

 With scented breath, and looks so like a smile, 

 Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, 

 An emanation of the indwelling Life, 

 A visible token of the upholding Love, 

 That are the soul of this wide unirene." 



