One by one the Wildwood flowers receded before the advance of civilisation, very much as those in the veritable land are wont to do, and their place was taken by a verdure as rich as the South could produce, with heavy foliage and massive blossoms.
"The Tapestry Book"
Helen Churchill Candee
Estrild, Wast thou then happier ere this Wildwood shrine Hid thee from homage, left thee but Locrine For worshipper less worthy grace of thee Than those thy sometime suppliants?
"Locrine - A Tragedy"
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Jack in his pulpit of light green is proclaiming Wildwood messages to his flower brethren.
"See America First"
Orville O. Hiestand