"The land is as the garden of Eden before them, and behind 

 them a desolate wilderness; yea, and nothing shall escape them." 



Joel. 11. :;. 



Chiefs, who no more in bloody fight engage, 

 But wise through time and narrative with age, 

 In summer days like grasshoppers rejoice, 

 A bloodless race, that sends a feeble voice." Howcr. 



Copyright, 1920 



BY W. S. BLATCIII.KY. 



"Green little vanlter. in the sunny grass, 

 Catching your hear* up at the feel of June, 

 Sole nois: that's heard amid the lazy noon. 

 When even the be?s lag at the summoning brass." Leiyli limit. 



"Crowds of bees are giddy with clover, 

 Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, 

 Crowds of larks at their matins hang over. 

 Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet." -Jean 



