took to win the confidence of the daintiest flowers and draw them from the fierce struggle for existence with contending species that must have the glaring sunshine or perish from the earth. These forests became an asylum for delicate forms that could not hold their own outside with coarser species. No thistles nor docks, nor daisies nor buttercups, nor any of their clans ever grow and bloom in leafy mould or mossy tussock of our deeper woods. Nestled there
" Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. The delicate forest flower with scented breath, and looks so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe."