892 SYNGENESIS. JEQUALIS. Hieracium. 
H. ALPi'num. Leaves oblong, entire, toothed: stalk almost naked5 
calyx shaggy with silky hairs. 
(E. J Sot. 1110. E.)— Light/. 18, p. 434— Allion. 14.2— Col. Ecphr. ii. 30.1-— 
II. Ox. vii. 7. S — Pet. 11. 2 —Ray 6. 2. at p. 168—( FI. Dan. 27, may pos¬ 
sibly be the same plant in a cultivated state.) 
Reaves egg-oblong, slightly toothed, sprinkled on both sides with white 
expanding hairs. Stalk thick, with white hairs, brown at the base. 
Floral-leaves small, one or two on the upper part of the stalk. Calyx 
swoln, set with numerous white projecting hairs. Blossom large, deep- 
But conscious of the earliest beam. 
She rises from her humid nest. 
And sees reflected on the stream 
The virgin whiteness of her breast. 
Till the bright day-star to the west 
Declines, in Ocean’s surge to lave ; 
Then, folded in her modest vest, 
She slumbers on the rocking wave. 
See Hieracium's various tribe, 
Of plumy seed and radiate flowers. 
The course of time their blooms describe , 
And wake or sleep appointed hours. 
Broad o’er its imbricated cup 
The Goatsbeard spreads its golden rays. 
But shuts its cautious petals up, 
Retreating from the noontide blaze. 
Pale as a pensive cloistered nun, 
The Bethlem Star her face unveils. 
When o’er the mountain peers the sun, 
But shades it from the vesper gales. 
Among the loose and arid sands 
The humble Arenaria creeps; 
Slowly the purple star expands. 
But soon within its calyx sleeps. 
And those small bells so lightly rayed 
With young Aurora’s rosy hue. 
Are to the noontide sun displayed. 
But shut their plaits against the dew. 
On upland slopes the shepherds mark 
The hour, when, as the dial true, 
Cichorium to the towering lark 
Lifts her soft eyes serenely blue. 
And thou, “ Wee crimson tipped flower,” 
Gatherest thy fringed mantle round 
Thy bosom, at the closing hour. 
When night-drops bathe the turfy ground. 
Unlike Sxlene , who declines 
The garish noontide’s blazing light; 
But, when the evening crescent shines. 
Gives all her sweetness to the night. 
Thus in each flower and simple bell. 
That in our path betrodden lie. 
Are sweet remembrancers who tell 
How fast their winged moments fly. E.) 
