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“ Have ye ever heard, in the twilight dim, 
A low, soft strain, 
That ye fancied a distant vesper hymn. 
Borne o’er the plain 
By the zephyrs that rise on perfumed wing, 
When the sun’s last glances are glimmering? 
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The source of that whispering strain I’ll tell; 
For I’ve listened oft 
To the music faint of the blue harebell, 
In the gloaming soft; 
’Tis the gay fairy folk the peal who ring 
At eventime for their banqueting. 
And gayly the trembling bells peal out 
With gentle tongue, 
While elves and fairies career about, 
’Mid dance and song: 
O, roses and lilies are fair to see, 
But the wild bluebell is the flower for me.” 
Wild Flowers. 
Return of happiness, Lily of the Valley. See p. 30. 
Reverie, Osmunda. 
No one can form an adequate idea of the beauty of the 
osmunda regalis, according to Curtis, Avho has not seen this 
fern growing in the southern part of England, where, sheltered 
by alders, it grows to the height of five feet, bearing at the 
extremities a mass of fructification so conspicuous as to have 
caused it to be commonly known as flowering fern. Its virtues 
are highly extolled by ancient authors. “ Osmonde,” says the 
translator of Dodonams, “ is hoate in the first degree, and dry 
in the second. The harte of the root of osmunde is good 
against squattes or bruises, heavie or greevous falles, and 
whatever hurt or dislocation soever it be.” 
Riches, Corn. 
Roughness, Scratclnveed. 
