LADY FERN, 
(Fascination.) 
LADY FERN. 
CALDER CAMPBELL. 
F you would see the lady fern 
In all her graceful power,* 
Go look for her where woodlarks learn 
Love-songs in a summer bower; 
Where not far off, nor yet close by, 
A merry stream trips on, 
Just near enow for an old man’s eye 
To watch the waters run, 
And leap o’er many a cluster white 
Of crowfoots o’er them spread; 
While hart’s tongues quiet with a green more bright 
Where the brackens make their bed. 
Ferns all—and lovely all—yet each 
Yielding in charms to her 
Whose natural graces Art might teach 
High lessons to confer. 
Go look for the pimpernel by day, 
For Selene’s flowers by night, 
For the first loves to bask in the sunny raj-, 
And the last woos the moon’s soft light; 
