LESSONS FROM THE GORSE. 
513 
Mountain Gorses, do ye teach us 
From that academic chair 
Canopied with azure air. 
That the first fruit Wisdom reaches 
Hath the hue of childly cheek? 
Ye, who live on mountain peak, 
Yet live low along the ground, beside the grasses meek I 
Mountain Gorses ! since Linnaeus 
Knelt beside you on the sod, 
Por your beauty thanking God,— 
For your beauty, ye should see us 
Bowing in prostration new,— 
Whence arisen, if one or two 
Drops be on our cheeks,—oh world! they are not tears, but 
dew. 
