232 FROM A MIDDLESEX GARDEN 



than throughout the months of its vigour ; and this is but one 

 instance of how much in keeping are the laws of our being 

 and those which govern the plant world. 



Bees amid the purple heather 

 Sing a praise to autumn weather ; 

 Butterflies all bright-winged cling 

 To the fading spires of ling. 

 Stubble-land where late was corn 

 So Autumn's born ! 



Seed of thistle ever flying ; 

 Golden deaths the leaves are dying ; 

 All bright things for rest now yearn, 

 In the time of golden fern. 

 Mistier night and dewier dawn 



born ! 



