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THF; SMALL BINDWEED OR FIE LD CONVOL 
VULUS. 
The Com-flowers rose, an azuré band, 
From earthly cell. 
Nought else can I do but stop and stand, 
And greet you well. 
Welcome on earth’s green breast again, 
Ye flow’rets dear. 
In Spring, how cbarming ’mid tbe grain 
Your heads ye rear. 
Like stars midst lightning’s ray 
Ye sbine, red, blue: 
Ob ! how your Summer aspect gay 
Delights my view! 
Translation feom a Danish Poem. 
Foreign Quarterly. 
What a beautiful nosegay we may gather of 
“ the idle weeds that g r ow 
In our sustaining fields of corn.” 
“ There be certain Corn-flowers,” says Bacon, “ which 
corne seldom or never in other places unless they be 
set, but only amongst corn, as the Blue Bottle, a kind 
of yellow Marigold, Wild Poppy, and Fumitory.” To 
