FLOWER-LOVING PARENTS 



WHO, that was blessed with parents that indulged 

 themselves and children with a flower garden, can 

 forget the happy, innocent hours spent in its culti- 

 vation ! O ! who can forget those days, when to 

 announce the appearance of a bud, or the colouring 

 of a tulip, or the opening of a rose, or the perfection 

 of a full-blown peony, was glory enough for one 

 morning. 



JOSEPH BKECK. 



NIGHT AND DAY 1 



WHEN the golden day is done, 

 Through the closing portal, 



Child and garden, flower and sun, 

 Vanish all things mortal. 



As the blinding shadows fall 



As the rays diminish, 

 Under evening's cloak, they all 



Roll away and vanish. 



1 From Poems and Ballads; copyright, 1895, 1896, by 

 Charles Scribner's Sons. 



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