The leaves, that rose in a flowing swell, - Percival. A CHILD TO A ROSE. 7HITE Rose, talk to me! WHITE I don't know what to do. You cannot hear me walking; If I take you by surprise White Rose, are you tired Of staying in one place? Do you ever wish to see The wild flowers, face to face? Do you know the woodbines, And the big brown-crested reeds? Do you wonder how they live When you've finished growing? Pretty ways of blowing? -Poems for a Child. FORGET-ME-NOT. WHEN to the flowers WHE The Father gave a name, Back came a little blue-eyed one (All timidly it came) And standing at its Father's feet, It said in low and trembling tones, "Dear God, the name thou gavest me Then kindly looked the Father down, - Selected. DISCONTENT. OWN in a field, one day in June, DOWN The flowers all bloomed together, A robin, who had flown too high Was resting near the buttercup, For daisies grow so trim and tall; For wearing frills around her neck, And buttercups must always be The same old, tiresome color, While daisies dress in gold and white, "Dear robin," said this sad young flower, 'Perhaps you'd not mind trying To find a nice white frill for me Some day, when you are flying." "You silly thing," the robin said, "I think you must be crazy ; I'd rather be my honest self Than any made-up daisy. "You're nicer in your own bright gown; Be the best buttercup you can, K Though swallows leave me out of sight, Perhaps the world would all go wrong, "Look bravely up into the sky, GREAT-GRANDMOTHER'S GARDEN. OME into great-grandmother's garden, my dears, The Sunflowers are nodding and beckoning away, The Balsams are smilingly drying their tears, And fair Morning-glories are greeting the day. How pure is the breath of the old-fashioned Pinks! How modest the face of the Lady's Delight! Sweet William his arm with Miss Lavender's links, And whispers, "I dream of you morn, noon, and night." The Dahlia looks on with a queenly repose, Unheeding the Coxcomb's impertinent sighs, And fierce Tiger-lily an angry look throws At Bachelor's Button, who praises her eyes. The red Prince's Feather waves heavy and slow By Marigolds rich as the crown of a king; The Larkspur the humming-bird sways to and fro ; Above them the Hollyhocks lazily swing. Come, Four-o-clocks, wake from your long morning nap! The Sweet Pea has ordered a simple green cap- Be careful! nor grandmamma's Chamomile crush. -M. J. Jacques-St. Nicholas. HIGH THE POPPY. IGH on a bright and sunny bed And up it held its staring head, And thrust it full in view. Yet no attention did it win By all these efforts made, For though within its scarlet breast From this I may a hint obtain, -Jane Taylor. CHORUS OF THE FLOWERS. I AM the honeysuckle, With my drooping head, And early in the springtime I grow in quiet woodlands, So when you take a ramble Just look at me. |