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ZTbe (Barben (3ate 



Garden hours like scented flowers 

 Fill my summer day's delight. 



(The Pessimist Voice) 



Sweets of May! That is to say 



Sweets for an hour, — ^lost in a day! 



Flowers of June ! Like the lilting tune 

 , Of the thrush above, — and gone as soon. 

 But of August, what ? Ah, I have you 

 When the leaves all parch and the ground 

 Midsummer days have but dusty ways, 

 ^Arid and drear are their sunburnt greys 



/ j (The Optimist Voice) 



From early spring till red leaves 

 Clear days, wet days, fair or squall 

 Each its note and each its colour 

 Nature has true need of all. 



(Voice of the Flowers) 



The crocus white brings spring's deli 



The jonquil bold, the tulip bright; 



Poppies today, and the rose alway, 



Flowers these 'till summer's height. 



Then flaming phlox and dainty stocks 



Follow close the hollyhocks 



With lupines blue and asters too 



/" Standing straight and orthodox. 



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