368 State Horticultural Society. 



III. 



Come, let us forth and homage her, 



Olothed on with warmth and musk and myrrh, 



The Indescribable odor wild that clings 



Around her like a garment: let us sing 

 Songs to her, glad as grass and all the things 

 Exulting in her presence — greening things 

 And airy that have golden wings; 



Oome, let us forth and give our praise to Spring. 



The smell of tannin in the ozoned air, 



Under the oaks when the woods are green, 



And the scent of the soil and moisture where 



The young leaves dangle and make a screen,— 



Where the hiding Wood Nymph combs her hair,— 



Will breathe us full of the faun again, 



Making us kin to the wind and rain. 



IV. 



The wind goes groping among the trees, 



Telling the bees 

 Where the little buds open that no one sees. 



At intervals, while softly cool it blows, 



The wild-plum shows 

 Its bee-swarmed clusters 'twixt the woods' dark rows. 



V. 



Who is it knows 



How the blueberry grows, 



Blooms and blows?— 

 Only the bird that sings and sings, 



Waving its wings, 

 Saying, "Oome see it where it swings! 



Ruddy green and amber rose 

 See, oh, see, 



In honor of Spring, 

 Under this tree. 



See how they ring 

 Their tiny bells, that cluster out. 

 Silvery red, in a rosy rout." 



VI. 



1 saw the Spring go by, her mouth a thread 

 Of wildrose red, 

 Blowing a golden oat: 

 And now, a crown of barley on her head, 

 The Summer comes, a poppy at her throat. 



—Atlantic, May, 1906. 



ORCHARD OPERATIONS. 



The coming of a period of large corporations for growing ap- 

 ples and other standing fruit in this part of the country may not 

 be far away. E. Cyrus Miller, who is himself an extensive orchard- 



