Can the rush grow up without mire ? Can the flag grow without 
water? — J ob. 
There, fed by food they love, to rankest size. 
Around the dwelling docks and wormwood rise ; 
Here the strong mallow strikes her slimy root ; 
Here the dull nightshade hangs her deadly fruit ; 
On hills of dust the henbane’s faded green, 
And pencilled flowers of sickly scent is seen, 
At the wall’s base the fiery nettle springs, 
With fruit globose, and fierce with poisoned stings. 
Above, the growth of many a year, is spread 
The yellow level of the stonecrop’s bed ; 
In every chink delights the fern to grow 
With glossy leaf and tawny bloom below. 
Cbabbe. 
