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loved. The Succory is an example of a plants 
known certainly to flower students, yet little 
thought of by careless observers until the beautiful 
poem of Margaret Deland touched all who read it. 
I think this a gem of modern poesy, having in full 
that great element of a true poem, the most essen- 
tial element indeed of a short poem — the power 
gf suggestion. Who can read it without being 
stirred by its tenderness and sentiment, yet how 
few are the words. 
“ Oh, not in ladies’ gardens. 
My peasant posy. 
Shine thy dear blue eyes ; 
Nor only — nearer to the skies 
In upland pastures, dim and sweet. 
But by the dusty road. 
Where tired feet 
Toil to and fro. 
Where flaunting Sin 
May see thy heavenly hue. 
Or weary Sorrow look from thee 
Toward a tenderer blue.” 
I recall perfectly every flower I saw in pasture, 
swamp, forest, or lane when I was a child ; and I 
know I never saw Chicory save in old gardens. 
It has increased and spread wonderfully along the 
roadside within twenty years. By tradition it was 
first brought to us from England by Governor 
Bowdoin more than a century ago, to plant as 
forage. 
In our common Larkspur, the old-fashioned gar- 
den found its most constant and reliable blue ban- 
