Easter in "Elizabeth's German Garden 



Oh, I could dance and sing for joy that the Spring 

 is here ! What a resurrection of beauty there is in 

 my garden, and of brightest hope in my heart ! 

 The whole of this radiant Easter day I have 

 spent out of doors, sitting at first among the wind- 

 flowers and celandines, and then, later, walking with 

 the babies to the Hirschwald, to see what the spring 

 had been doing there ; and the afternoon was so hot 

 that we lay a long time on the turf, blinking up 

 through the leafless branches of the silver birches at 

 the soft, fat little white clouds floating motionless in 

 the blue. We had tea on the grass in the sun, and 

 when it began to grow late, and the babies were in 

 bed, and all the little windflowers folded up for the 

 night, I still wandered in the green paths, my heart 

 full of happiest gratitude. 



" There is a princess or a duchess or somebody 

 * * * and she lives in Germany and is named 

 Elizabeth, and she's written a book about her garden, 

 and it made such things the rage." 



"The Garden of a Commuter's Wife." 



(Mabel Qsgood Wright.) 



Spring Flowers 



The Spring she is a blessed thing; 



She is the mother of the flowers, 

 She is the mate of birds and bees, 

 The partner of their revelries, 



Our star of hope through wintry hours. 



Mary Howitt. 



The eyes of Spring, so azure, 

 Are peeping from the ground ; 



They are the darling violets 

 That I in nosegays bound. 



Heinrich Heine. 



