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WILD riOWEKS. 
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 
nues 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; 
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 :— 
“Ah ! perish Galen’s art, and withered be 
The useless herbs that gave not health to thee.” 
Cowper, prom Milton. 
