CHAPTER VII. 
WILD GEEANIUM—STEADFAST PIETY. 
Though nursed hy 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 fiowers the Spring hath met. 
And it hath met with many. 
Thou art to me the fairest yet. 
And loveliest of any. 
J. Clake. 
G. 
Garden Anemone ... Eorsaken. 
Garden Chervil. Sincerity. 
Garden Daisy. I partake your senti¬ 
ments. 
