bailby] THE MEMORIES IN W%EDS 



wild carrot, the sprawling mallow bearing the "cheeses" of child- 

 hood, and the black nightshade. Near by were smart? 

 dock, foxtail grass, and pepper-grass; and in one corner - 

 Lusty plant of fennel, the same fennel that I found growing 

 nearly shoulder high in my garden when I came- home, r was 

 not so very far away, with so many good friends to meet me, 



Specimens of them I brought home, with others much more- 

 rare but not more interesting nor more worth the while. And the 

 first plant of many hundred Chinese things to be mounted in my 

 herbarium is the specimen of catnip from the hills of Ilonan. 



To the Snow Bunting 



William Prindle Alexander 



Welcome, Oh! child of storm and drift! 



Late guest of Labrador : 

 Most welcome here when through the rift 

 Of fro/en boughs, the mad flakes sift; 

 When you, like silver leaves adrift 



Will come, a happy corps! 



Most happy, though the uplands yield 



But rustling, withered weed, 

 When all the wealth of golden field 

 Within a frosty crust is sealed, 

 And to your peering eye revealed 



Is naught but bristling seed. 



And yet when March winds hoarsely blow 

 The first harsh strains of Spring; 



To where the North-land torrents flow 



Through ragged realms of rock and snow, 



On errant wing again you'll go, 

 Go home, to mate and sing! 



Your knowing brethren seek the shade 



Of orange grove and palm, 

 Where now a sumptuous feast is laid 

 O'er flowering key and everglade, 

 Full fair as that for Pavo made 



In lands of the Morning Calm. 



But you, with little satisfied, 



And storm enduring breast; 

 The rattling ragweed will provide 

 Your simple need, so here abide 

 And whistle o'er the countryside, 



My little winter guest ! 



