The small wild Geranium known by that name.
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        I often ask myself what will become of Rydal Mount after our 
      day. Will the old walls and steps remain in front of the house and 
      about the grounds, or will they be swept away with all the 
      beautiful mosses and ferns and wild geraniums and other flowers 
      which their rude construction suffered and encouraged to grow 
      among them?--This little wild flower--"Poor Robin"--is here 
      constantly courting my attention, and exciting what may be called 
      a domestic interest with the varying aspects of its stalks and 
      leaves and flowers. Strangely do the tastes of men differ 
      according to their employment and habits of life. "What a nice 
      well would that be," said a labouring man to me one day, "if all 
      that rubbish was cleared off." The "rubbish" was some of the most 
      beautiful mosses and lichens and ferns and other wild growths that 
      could possibly be seen. Defend us from the tyranny of trimness and 
      neatness showing itself in this way! Chatterton says of freedom--
      "Upon her head wild weeds were spread;" and depend upon it if "the 
      marvellous boy" had undertaken to give Flora a garland, he would 
      have preferred what we are apt to call weeds to garden-flowers. 
      True taste has an eye for both. Weeds have been called flowers out 
      of place. I fear the place most people would assign to them is too 
      limited. Let them come near to our abodes, as surely they may 
      without impropriety or disorder.