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BLUNT SHIELD FERN. The green palmy fern, which the softest and
mildest Of summer's light breezes could ruffle.
What though no gaudy hue attract the eye,
those Which Grecian art, fond and exulting, chose To crown the graceful pillar-and to me, Far-famed Acanthus, not less fair than thee, (Such as I know thee, sculptured with nice hand,) Rise the slight fern-plants of my native land.
* The Fern frequently assumes in its early growth the most perfect and elegant vase-like form.
And wither'd are the pale wild flowers ; The frost hangs blackening on the stalk,
The dewdrops fall in frozen showers. Gone are the spring's green sprouting bowers
Gone summer's rich and mantling vines; And autumn, with her yellow hours,
On hill and plain no longer shines.
I'll gaze upon the cold, north light,
But yon are lovely leaves, where we
Their end, though ne'er so brave.