CHAPTER _XXL 
U. 
Ulex ! that dost crown with gold 
All the wild and breezy heath, 
Forming many a gorgeous wreath 
Fragrant with thy odorous breath, 
Be my emblem—bright and bold, 
Happy in an humble station, 
Lending smiles to desolation ; 
Blooming gaily, though so lowly, 
Raising aspirations holy ; 
Thorny spines surrounding thee, 
Yet kindly sheltering bird and bee ; 
Lustre and joy diffusing round 
O’er the rough and desert ground ; 
Firm and useful, cheerful, free,— 
Let me then resemble thee. 
Anon. 
