CHAPTER II. 
Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows; 
Wild Bramble of the brake— 
So put thou forth thy small white rose, 
I lov& if for his sake. 
Though woodbines flower and roses glow 
O’er all the fragrant bowers, 
Thou need’st not be ashamed to show 
Thy satin-threaded flowers". 
Ebenezer Elliott. 
