DANDELION. 
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With Sol’s expanding beam the flowers unclose, 
And rising Hesper lights them to repose. 
Darwin. 
She, enamoured of the sun, 
At his departure hangs her head and weeps, 
And shrouds her sweetness up, and keeps 
Sad vigils, like a cloistered nun, 
Till his reviving ray appears, 
Waking her beauty as he dries her tears. 
Moore. 
.Thus in each flower and simple bell 
That in our path betrodden lie 
Are sweet remembrancers, who tell 
How fast their winged moments fly. 
Charlotte Smith. 
But the globes formed by the seeds of the 
Dandelion serve for other purposes. Are you 
separated from the object of your love 1 —care¬ 
fully pluck one of those feathery spheres ; charge 
each of the little feathers composing it with a 
tender thought; turn towards the spot where 
the loved one dwells; blow, and the little aerial 
travellers will faithfully convey your secret mes¬ 
sage to his or her feet. Do you wish to know’ 
if that dear one is thinking of you, as you are 
thinking of him or her, blow again; and if there 
is left upon the stalk a single aigrette, it is a 
