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WILD FLOWERS. 
departed poet, Campbell : — u I delight in the 
Flowers of the Field ; they have all some charm 
or other in my eyes,—with their shapes and 
hues they speak a language of their own, to 
my imagination ; and when I have admired 
their beauty, I like to consult the dictionary 
about their uses and qualities.” Better still 
were it to have some friend acquainted with the 
hidden properties of nature’s various produc¬ 
tions, to whom, like Thyrsis lamenting for his 
Damon, one might say :— 
“-Thou shalt cull me simples, and shall teach 
Thy friend the name and healing powers of each, 
From the tall blue-bell to the dwarfish weed, 
What the dry land, and what the marshes feed, 1 
For all their kinds alike to thee are known, 
And the whole art of Galen is thine own.” 
The friends of the poet, above alluded to, 
might well exclaim, with the concluding words 
of the quotation:— 
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“Ah ! perish Galen’s art, and withered be 
The useless herbs that gave not health to thee.” 
Cowpek, prom Milton. 
