“Grew a little fern [cat 
green and slender, 
Veining delicate and 
fibres tender; 
Waving when the wind crept down 30 
low; 
ARushes tall, and moss, and drags grevw round it, 
Plavful sunbeams darted in and found it, 
Drops of dew stole in by night and crowned Plove 
—M. B. Branch. 
