

76 FROM A MIDDLESEX GARDEN 



flowers suggest, and banish from our heart's garden the great 

 fruitless aloes of lofty pride, the sunflowers of self-love, and 

 all the flaunting blooms which bear but the seed of dis- 

 content, and plant in their stead the primroses of a quiet 

 mind, the violets of contentment, the anemones of peace ! 



O fair, meet time of all the year, 

 The rarest time the days now here ; 

 When wind-flowers frail awake and blow, 

 Whose cradle cover was the snow. 



Each lawn grows fair with daisies pied ; 

 In every nook the violets hide ; 

 Along each path where Spring is led, 

 Nature with stars has broidered. 



Then marvel not why larks sing sweet 

 So madly sweet near heav'n they greet, 

 As should your heart and mine to-day, 

 When meeting Spring along the way. 



