BY W. BAXTER, A. L. S. F. H. S. &c. CORRESPONDING MEMBER OF THE BOTANICAL SOCIETY OF LONDON; CURAIOR OF THE BOTANIC GARDEN, OXFORD; AND AUTHOR OF STIRPES CRYPTOGAME OXONIENSES. Earth's solid frame,-or hills which seemed designed To prop the ethereal arch,—'tis passing sweet Nestling in quiet beauty, leaf-enshrin'd. The mead, the hedge-row seem your fittest home; But be it where it may, or rock's rude breast, Or gloomy cavern, like the wreathed foam On the vex'd billow, or the waving crest On warrior's dinted helm, so your meek bloom But other spell methinks than beauty's power To share our moods; ye have for grief a tear Bath and Cheltenham Gazette. MAY 29, 1838. |