of growth. These must be dealt with at once and 

 without mercy; they must be pulled up root and 

 branch, without a moment's delay. Celia Thaxter. 



I scarcely dare trust myself to speak of the weeds. 

 They grow as if the devil was in them. I know a 

 lady, a member of the church, and a very good sort 

 of woman, considering the subject condition of that 

 class, who says that the weeds work on her to that 

 extent that, in going through her garden, she has the 

 greatest difficulty in keeping the ten commandments 

 in anything like an unfractured condition. I asked 

 her which one, but she said, all of them : one felt 

 like breaking the whole lot. Charles Dudley Warner. 



You cannot forget if you would those golden 

 kisses all over the cheeks of the meadow, queerly 



called dandelions. Henry WardBeecher. 



The Young Dandelion 



I am a bold fellow 



As ever was seen. 

 With my shield of yellow. 



In the grass green. 



You may unroot me 



From field and from lane. 



Trample me, cull me — 

 I spring up again. 



I never flinch, sir. 



Wherever I dwell; 

 Give me an inch, sir, 



I'll soon take an ell. 



Drive me from garden 



In anger and pride, 

 I'll thrive and harden 



By the road-side. 



Dinah Mulock Craik. 



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