CHAPTER VII. 
WILD GERANIUM—STEADFAST PIETY. 
Though nursed by field, and brook, and wood, 
And wild in every feature, 
Spring ne’er unsealed a fairer bud, 
Nor found a blossom sweeter. 
Of all the flowers the Spring hath met, 
And it hath met with many, 
Thou art to me the fairest yet, 
And loveliest of any. 
J. Clare. 
G. 
Garden Anemone... 
Garden Chervil ... 
Garden Daisy 
Forsaken. 
Sincerity. 
I partake your senti 
ments. 
