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YOU ARE MY DIVINITY. 
AMERICAN COWSLIP. 
Smile like a knot of cowslips on the cliff. 
BLAIR. 
Tue elegant stem of a single root of this 
plant springs from the centre of a rosette of large 
leaves couched on the earth. In April it is 
crowned with twelve pretty flowers with 
the cups reversed. Linneus has given it the 
name of ‘* Dodecatheon,” which signifies 
“twelve divinities,” a name perhaps somewhat 
too extravagant for a small plant so modest in 
its appearance. An American writer says that, 
in their indigenous soil, they resemble a clus- 
ter of bright yellow polyanthuses. ‘‘ Our gold 
cowslips,” he adds, “‘look like a full branch 
of large clustering king-cups; they carelessly 
raise themselves on their firm stalks, their 
corollas gazing upward to the changing spring 
sky, as they grow amidst their pretty leaves 
of vivid green. They adorn almost every 
meadow, and shed a glow of beauty wherever 
they spring.” 




