FOXGLOVE. 
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FOXGLOVE. 
Upon the sunny bank 
The foxglove rears its pyramid of bells, 
Gloriously freckled, purpled and white, the flower 
That cheers Devonia’s fields. 
WILD FLOWERS. 
BARRY CORNWALL. 
The languid hyacinth and pale primrose, 
And daisy trodden down like modesty ; 
The foxglove, in whose drooping bells the bee 
Makes her sweet music. 
THE FOXGLOVE. 
COWLEY. 
The foxglove on fair Flora’s hand is worn, 
Lest, while she gather flowers, she meet a thorn. 
Bees, that soar for bloom, 
High as the highest peak of Furness Fells, 
Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells. 
