Yet wondered still, with a vague surprise, 

 How it might look to other eyes. 



So quiet it is, so cool and still, 

 In the green retreat of the shady hill! 

 And you scarce can tell as you look within, 

 Where the garden ends, and the woods begin. 

 But here, where we stand, what a blaze of light, 

 What a wealth of color, makes glad the sight ! 



Red roses burn in the morning glow; 

 White roses proffer their cups of snow; 

 In scarlet and crimson and cloth-of-gold 

 The zinnias flaunt, and the marigold ; 

 And stately and tall the lilies stand, 

 Like vestal virgins, on either hand. 



Here gay sweet peas, like butterflies, 

 Flutter and dance under summer skies ; 

 Blue violets here in the shade are set, 

 With a border of fragrant mignonette ; 

 And here are pansies and columbine, 

 And the burning stars of the cypress vine. 

 Stately hollyhocks, row on row, 

 Golden sunflowers all aglow, 

 Scarlet poppies and larkspurs blue, 

 Asters of every shade and hue ; 

 And over the wall like a trail of fire 

 The red nasturtium climbs higher and higher. 



Julia C. R. Dorr. 



In former times the use of Box was not known, 

 and the manner of using it, if we believe the Table, was 

 introduc'd by the Goddess FLORA, who, believing it 

 to be an ornament prepared for Gardens, order'd it 

 to be made use of accordingly. Georgg 



