BROOM. 
Ill 
Their groves o’ sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, 
Where bright beaming summers exalt the perfume = 
Far dearer to me yon lone glen o’ green breckan, 
Wi’ the burn stealing under the lang yellow Broom. 
Burns. 
The wilding Broom as sweet, which gracefully. 
Flings its long tresses, waving in yellow beauty. 
Landon. 
The purple heath and golden broom. 
Which scent the passing gale. 
Montgomery. 
The Broom and the furze are perpetually asso¬ 
ciated, Indeed, the latter is sometimes called by 
botanists Genista Spinosa — the thorny Broom, and 
provincially whin, or gorse. It grows abundantly 
on all our wastes ; and it is recorded of Linneus that 
when he visited England in 1736, he was so much 
delighted with the golden blossom of the furze, 
which he then saw for the first time on a common 
near London, that he fell on his knees, enraptured 
at the sight. He conveyed some of the plants to 
Sweden, but complained that he could never pre¬ 
serve it in the garden during the winter. 
