THE SWEET WOODRUEE 
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CHAPTER XXIIE 
Sweet Woodruff — Morning in the Country — Old Name of 
Woodruff — Scent Jars — Moorland Woodruff — Field 
Woodruff — Madder — Bed Straw — Goose-grass — Use of 
this Riant in Villages — Verses. 
Come, while in freshness and dew it lies, 
To the world that is under the free blue skies ; 
Leave ye man^s home, and forget his care, 
There breathes no sigh on the day-spring’s air. 
Come to the woods, in whose mossy dells 
A light all made for the poet dwells, 
A light, coloured softly by tender leaves, 
Whence the primrose a mellower glow receives. 
— Mrs. Tiemans. 
How pleasant it is to wander into the country when the 
breath of early morning is upon the dewy hills, the lark 
singing at heaven’s gate, and when the slight mist in the 
atmosphere and the deep blue of the sky give promise of 
a warm summer’s day. The spider is busy repairing the 
slender line which the dewdrop has broken, and weaving 
a tenement which will perhaps last some hours, since no 
breeze seems likely to arise that will do more than sway 
the bough on which it hangs. A pleasant day it will be 
to wander in the wild wood and gather strawberries ; but 
still pleasanter is it, while the day is yet young, for the 
poet and the lover of nature to linger on the borders of 
the quiet copse, to watch the opening flowers as they lift 
their meek eyes to heaven, silently, though unconsciously, 
speaking the praise of their Creator. 
