
FLORAL POESY. 


LADY FERN. 
(Hascination.) 
LADY FERN. 
CALDER CAMPBELL. 

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ie you would see the lady fern 
In all her graceful power, | 
Go look for her where woodlarks learn 
Love-songs in a summer bower ; 
Where not far off, nor yet close by, 
A merry stream trips on, 
Just near enow for an old man’s eye 
To watch the waters run, i 
And leap o’er many a cluster white 
Of crowfoots o’er them spread ; 
While hart’s tongues quiet with a green more bright 
Where the brackens make their bed. 
Ferns all—and lovely all—yet each 
Yielding in charms to her | 
Whose natural graces Art might teach 
High lessons to confer. | 
Go look for the pimpernel by day, 
For Selene’s flowers by night, 
For the first loves to bask in the sunny ray, 
And the last woos the moon’s soft light : 
But day or night the lady fern 
May catch and charm your eye, 
When the sun to gold her emerald turns, 
Or the moon lends her silver dye. | 

