THE WILD GARDEN. 167 
What a delicious occasional whiff is this which greets us at 
the portal of the early July woods! and what a pleasant anticipa- 
tion it brings: the welcome of the 
pyrolas, which now hold the syl- 
van censer unchal- «, 
“4 lenged—for the arbu- 
=, tus and showy orchis 
and moccasin-flower 
and squirrel-corn 
have had their day, and 
the nodding bells of the twin- 
flower have rung themselves out. 
Say to Emerson 
‘*Saw beneath dim aisles, in odorous beds, 
The slight Linnza hang its twin-born heads,” 
and how many a saunterer has felt his heart 
leap into his throat as he suddenly came upon 
LUPINES. 
