NEWS OF SPRING 



of plants that know nothing of the fu- 

 ture, but give themselves to it. They 

 live but for a season ; they have no past 

 and no traditions and they know no- 

 thing, except that the hour is fair and 

 that they must enjoy it. While their 

 elders, their masters and their gods, 

 sulk and waste their time, they burst 

 into flower ; they love and they beget. 

 They are the humble flowers of dear 

 solitude, the Easter daisy that covers 

 the sward with its frank and methodi- 

 cal neatness ; the borage bluer than the 

 bluest sky; the anemone, scarlet or 

 dyed in aniline; the virgin primrose ;the 

 arborescent mallow; the bell-flower, 

 shaking its bells that no one hears ; the 

 rosemary that looks like a little country 



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