Were it not for a slight shortness in height and the blunt-ness of the leaves, we might fancy the yellow sweet clover to be the same species as the white one; and that it had simply amused itself by wearing a different coloured gown, and following the popular whim for variety. We must, however conclude that they are sisters of equal sweetness and grace.

It was by a shady roadside My own sweet clover grew,

Where the low stone wall is broken And the pasture conies in view.

I bent o'er to pick the wilding, When hark, was, that a sigh ?

I'll leave it where God has placed it, Thought I, as I sauntered by.