220 Pink to Red Flowers 



" That which we call a rose 

 By any other name would smell as sweet." 



For to us the Rose symbolizes those things which are tender 

 and exquisite in life, and the sweet wild dweller in the forest 

 is the fairest flower of them all. 



"If June were mine, I'd weave for you 

 Of roses red and skies of blue, 



Of golden sun and orchard sheen, 



Of blossom-fretted damascene 

 A veil of every petal-blue. 



" And from the morning mists of dew 

 Distil a fairy stream, that through 

 The woods should wend a way serene, 

 If June were mine. 



" And, ere the purple dusk anew 

 The curtains of the sunset drew, 

 Adown the river's dream demesne, 

 I'd paint a path incarnadine, 

 And drift into the dawn* with you, 

 If June were mine." 



Rosa Maconnii, or Macoun's Rose, is another species 

 which grows among the mountains. Note that it has small 

 leaves, and that on its stems grow a few large, widely sepa- 

 rated, hooked thorns. Otherwise it resembles R. acicularis, 

 and the flowers of the two bushes are almost identically 

 alike. When 



"The last rose of summer, 

 Left blooming alone," 



hangs on the bush surrounded by the fallen petals of her 

 companions, then 



" Scarlet berries tell where bloomed the sweet wild rose," 



and Nature spreads a feast of ripe red fruit for the birds of 

 the a.ir, 



