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these we may add the Corn-cockle and the Pimpernel, 
and though not so entirely confined to our corn-fields, 
the pretty little Convolvulus Arvensis, which may be 
constantly found by tbe banks and paths, twining 
around the straggling stalks of corn. 
Thy beauty, blushing through the dew 
Which Summer sheds at early morn, 
Fair fading flower! I love to view, 
Beneath the shade of yellow corn. 
A tender feeling of delight 
Attends me at thy humble shrine; 
I trace the Eternal hand of might 
In these decaying tints of thine. 
The rude, untutored reaper by, 
Without a ray from science caught, 
Beholds the same memorial nigh, 
And owns sweet truths by nature taught. 
Slatteb. 
The Lesser Convolvulus is nearly related to that fair 
child of Summer, Convolvulus Sepium, 
“ The Bindweed, pure and pale, 
That sues to ail for aid,” 
between wbom and tbe Lily, an old herbalist draws 
tbis amusing comparison :—“ There is an herbe, 
