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SUMMER-SWEET 



HONEY-SWEET, sweet as honey smell the lilies, 



Little lilies of the gold in a ring ; 

 Little censers of pale gold are the lilies, 



That the wind, sweet and sunny, sets a-swing. 



Smell the rose, sweet of sweets, all a-blowing ! 



Hear the cuckoo call in dreams, low and sweet ! 

 Like a very John-a-dreams coming, going. 



There's honey in the grass at our feet. 



There's honey in the leaf and the blossom, 

 And honey in the night and the day, 



And honey-sweet the heart in Love's bosom, 

 And honey-sweet the words Love will say. 



KATHARINE TYNAN HINKSON. 



LIFE AMID THE GRASS 



(From "My Winter Garden") 



HAVE you eyes to see ? Then lie down on the 

 grass, and look near enough to see something more 

 of what is to be seen ; and you will find tropic 

 jungles in every square foot of turf; . . . dark 

 strids, tremendous cataracts, " deep glooms and 

 sudden glories," in every foot-broad rill which 

 wanders through the turf. All is there for you to 

 see, if you will but rid yourself of " that idol of 

 space " ; and Nature, as every one will tell you 



