“ The green and graceful fern, 
How beautiful it is. 
There’s not a leaf in all the land, 
So wonderful, I wis. 
“ Have ye e’er watched it budding, 
With each stem and leaf wrapped small, 
Coiled up within each other 
Like a round and hairy ball ? 
“ Have ye watched that ball unfolding 
Each closely nestling curl 
Its fair and feathery leaflets 
Their spreading forms unfurl ? 
“Oh, then most gracefully they wave 
In the forest, like a sea, 
And dear as they are beautiful 
Are these fern leaves to me.’”-—TWAMLEY. 
