28 WORCESTER COUNTY HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY. [1881. 



for the weeds, to offset against my friend's pica for the 

 birds : — 



I looked where the roses were blooming, 



They stood among grasses and seeds, 

 I said, " Where such beauties are growing, 



Why suffer the paltry weeds ?" 



Weeping, the poor things faltered, 



" We have neither beauty or bloom, 

 We are grass in the rose's garden, 



But our Master gives us this room. 



" The slaves of a generous Maker, 



Born from a world above, 

 We came to this place, In His wisdom. 



We stay to this hour, from His love. 



" We have fed His humblest creatures. 



We have served Him truly and long; 

 He gave no grace to our features, 



We have neither odor nor song — 



" Yet He who made the roses. 



Placed us in the self-same sod. 

 He knows our reason for being, 



We are grass in the garden of God." 



