264 Wisconsin State Horticultural Society. 



Are given to these green-house wares 

 Because the seeds have beaks like theirs. 



My beauties sit in unglazccl jars, 

 In comely rows near window bars: 

 No glacial snows nor muddy braes, 

 While gathering treasures for bouquets. 



No April showers, nor solar heat, 

 Nor balmy breeze, nor dewy feet, 

 Nor nice young man to carry fan 

 Or parasol, to keep off tan, 



Are needed to perfect or bring 

 The brilliant gems of which I sing. 

 We need a slip, a pot of mould, 

 And room well guarded from the cold. 



Plebeian Crane's bill peering out 



From woodland copse, we'll quickly scout, 



Nor let it for a moment cope 



With green-house plant from Cape Good Hope. 



The fancy kinds, all raised for show, 

 Must never to the border go ; 

 Too highly bred by florist's care, 

 They will not thrive in open air. 



The stork's bill, known as " inquinans," 

 Which, touched, will leave upon the hands 

 A fishy smell, not very sweet, 

 As bedding plant is hard to beat. 



With stocky growth and blossoms bright, 

 In scarlet, carmine, pink and white, 

 With soft leaves, kidney-shaped and zoned, 

 Its beauty must at once be owned. 



The horse-shoe tribe, with leaves so rare, 

 Tricolored, still commands our care 

 As foliage plant, and adds the charm 

 Of carmine bloom, so bright and warm. 



The ivy-leaved, with trailing grace, 

 In green-house has an honored place. 

 And who can live, and call it home, 

 Without a rose geranium ? 



The scented kinds are all so sweet, 

 That we would chase with willing feet 



