Roving Sailor*
ROVING Sailoz, whence do you hail, Sir ? " " From a far country, away to the South I " " What is your race, and what is your name, Sir ? "A long strange name, that is soft in the mouth."
" Roving Sailor, when did you land, Sir ? "
"Many long moons and centuries gone."
" Where have you lodged in the long dim years, Sir ? " Lodged me in nooks and crannies of stone."
" Roving Sailor, what was your inn, Sir ? " "'Tomas a fair garden, where erst I was set". " After long travel can you not halt, Sir ? " Nay, I must wander to far lands Yet."
"-God be your guide, whatever betide, Sir ; Fair be the havens wherever you fall ; But—wide though you wander—you bide still beside me, Blooming all months on my grey garden wall."
AGNES FRY.
* Linaria Cymbalaria, the familiar ivy-leaved toad-flax, or Mother. of-millions, is also called Roving Sailor in• Cornwall. There is good evidence that it is not a native British plant but was. intro- duced by Mr. William Coys to his garden at N. Pekiiigdon iri Essex about the .end Of the sixteenth century—where (as Mr: gynthertells.us in Early Britiagi Botanists) it still grows, and whence' it has spread over meat of England.
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