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BUSH DAYS 



restraint, and never does she make a 

 mistake. 



Every year, as spring draws near, she 

 begins her weaving; and every year the 

 mantle is more wonderful and beautiful to 

 all beholders; and whether she works in 

 masses of gorgeous blossom, or deftly 

 throws a single rlower upon the cloak, it is 

 always just the perfect touch that was 

 needed to complete her daughter's beauty. 



And is it any wonder that all eyes are 

 Turned with admiration upon the lovely 

 daughter? Poets try to voice her beauty 

 in their verses, painters try to capture it 

 upon their canvas, the w r ild birds almost 

 break their hearts in their desire to sing 

 the anthem of her praise, while even the 

 trees grow higher in their tip-toeing for a 

 better look at her. 



But no words, or songs, or painter's 

 brush can do her justice. Only the hearts 

 of her lovers respond with a silent thrill of 

 ecstacy and admiration, as she passes by 

 in her regal mantle of the early spring. 



BLUE LILY 



