I would that thus, when I shall see WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. Green Things Growing To a Mountain Daisy On Turning One Down With the Plough in April. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, 'Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. Green The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Its cup-shaped blossoms, brimmed with dew, Like pearly chalices, Hold cooling fountains, to refresh The butterflies and bees; And humming-birds on vibrant wings Hover, to drink at ease. And up and down the garden-beds, Mid box and thyme and yew, And spikes of larkspur blue, With touches coaxing, delicate, And arts that never tire, They tie the rose-trees each to each, The lilac to the brier, Making for graceless things a grace, With steady, sweet desire. Till near and far the garden growths, Held by the bind-weed's pliant loops, Like one fair sister, slender, arch, But swaying, linking, blessing all A family of boys. Green Things Growing SUSAN COOLIDGE. Green Things Growing The Rhodora In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! The selfsame Power that brought me there, RALPH WALDO EMERSon. A Song of Clover I wonder what the Clover thinks,- Left by the Royal Humming Birds, Green Who sip and pay with fine-spun words; Fellow with all the lowliest, Peer of the gayest and the best; By sign of four which few may see; One out of three, and three in one; 66 SAXE HOLM.” To the Dandelion (Extract) Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, |