The study of botany is one of the most interesting and de¬ 
lightful pursuits, in the whole range of science; presenting to 
the contemplation of the pupil, a constant succession of sweet 
and charming forms, and affording him, in all seasons, an ele¬ 
vating and refined amusement. To him — on hill and dale— 
in every grove — by every fount and rill — wherever he goes 
— he finds a friend — with smiling face and balmy breath — 
that whispers a sweet lesson as he bends above it —a lesson of 
the wondrous power and love and wisdom of Him who “cloth¬ 
ed the lilies of the field/’ 
In spring, the crocus lifts its golden crown to lay it at his feet, 
and the blue-eyed violet blesses him with its fragrant sigh : — 
Why better than the lady-rose 
Love I this little flower? 
Because its fragrant leaves are those 
1 loved in childhood’s hour. 
Let Nature spread her loveliest, 
By spring or summer nursed; 
Yet still I love the violet best, 
Because I loved it first! 
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