CHAPTER V. 
EGLANTINE (Sweetbrier)— poetry. 
I WOUND TO HEAL. ^ 
There’s odour in the very name which, to the thought¬ 
ful brain, . . , * 
Comes with refreshing influence, like April’s pleasan 
rain. . 
The rose that to the sun’s warm kiss uplifts its blushing 
cheek, , . 
Is but a rainbow-type of life departing while we speak. 
W. H. Prideaux. 
