With many a pointed blossom, rising delicate with 

 the perfume strong, I love. 



With every leaf a miracle. , , f TJVJ.-. 



* Walt Whitman. 



Lilac of Persia ! tell us some fine tale 



Of Eastern lands ; we're fond of travellers. 



Have you no legends of some Sultan proud, 



Or old fire-worshipper ? What, not one note 



Made on your voyage ? Well, 'tis wondrous strange 



That you should let so rare a chance pass by, 



While those who never journeyed half so far 



Fill sundry volumes, and expect the world 



To reverently peruse and magnify 



What it well knew before ! T ,. 



Lyaia H. Sigourney. 



autumn <JFlotpet# 



i These few pale Autumn flowers ! 



How beautiful they are ! 

 Than all that went before, 

 Than all the Summer store, 



How lovelier far ! 



Caroline Southey. 



There comes a time when we cherish chrysan- 

 themums and china-asters even of the most ordinary 

 sort; but that is not till the violets and the roses 

 and the lilies are all faded. 



Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler. 



The purple asters bloom in crowds 



In every shady nook, 

 And ladies' ear-drops deck the banks 



Of many a babbling brook. 



Elaine Goodale. 



