One of the stranger flowers of the deep woods, green-blossomed Jack-in-the-Pulpit is named for its resemblance to a preacher standing in a pulpit, sermonizing to his woodsy congregation. As Caroline Smith wrote (as revised by John Greenleaf Whittier, 1883):
Jack in the pulpit preaches today, Under the green trees just over the way. Squirrel and song-sparrow, high on their perch, Hear the sweet lily-bells ringing to church. Come, hear what his reverence rises to say, In his low painted pulpit this calm Sabbath-day. Fair is the canopy over him seen, Penciled by Nature’s hand, black, brown, and green. Green is his surplice, green are his bands; In his queer little pulpit the little priest stands.