68 AMONG THE WILD FLOWERS 



home, it still feels the call of the morning sun, and 

 will open to him, if you give it a good chance. Coil 

 their stems up in the grass on the lawn, where the 

 sun's rays can reach them, and sprinkle them copi- 

 ously. By the time you are ready for your morning 

 walk, there they sit upon the moist grass, almost as 

 charmingly as upon the wave. 



Our more choice wild flowers, the rarer and finer 

 spirits among them, please us by their individual 

 beauty and charm; others, more coarse and com- 

 mon, delight us by mass and profusion; we regard 

 not the one, but the many, as did Wordsworth his 

 golden daffodils : — 



" Ten thousand saw I at a glance 

 Tossing their heads in sprightly dance." 



Of such is the marsh marigold, giving a golden 

 lining to many a dark, marshy place in the leafless 

 April woods, or marking a little watercourse through 

 a greening meadow with a broad line of new gold. 

 One glances up from his walk, and his eye falls upon 

 something like fixed and heaped-up sunshine there 

 beneath the alders, or yonder in the freshening 

 field. 



