THE GARDEN 209 



Pleasant summer over 



And all the summer flowers, 



The red fire blazes, 



The grey smoke towers. 



Sing a song of seasons ! 



Something bright in all ! 

 Flowers in the summer, 



Fires in the fall ! 



ROBERT Louis STEVENSON. 



THE GARDEN 



I HAD a garden when a child ; 



I kept it all in order ; 

 'Twas full of flowers as it could be, 



And London-pride was its border. 



And soon as came the pleasant spring, 

 The singing-birds built in it, 



The blackbird and the throstle-cock, 

 The woodlark and the linnet. 



And all within my garden ran 



A labyrinth-walk so mazy ; 

 In the middle there grew a yellow rose, 



At each end a Michaelmas-daisy. 



I had a bush of southern- wood, 

 And two of bright mezereon ; 



A peony root, a snow-white phlox, 

 And a plant of red valerian ; 



