“But these young scholars who invade our hills,
Bold as the engineer who fells the wood,
And travelling often in the cut he makes,
Love not the flower they pluck, and know it not,
And all their botany is Latin names.”

Blight http://www.emersoncentral.com/poems/blight.htm, st. 2 <br class="br">1840s, Poems (1847)

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