Clover 



Adeline M. Wenger 

 Teacher of Nature-Study in The Riordan School, Highland, N. Y. 



June may be considered by many to be the month of roses, but 

 does it not also suggest the sweet scent of the clover and the dull 



himi of the bee, who puts forth her 

 best efforts to prove to me and you 

 and all lovers of Nature that she is 

 "in tune". She sees with her bee 

 intelligence and her trust in God's 

 good providence, that before her 

 lie busy labors and a summer of 

 sweet peaceful scenes. Can you 

 not hear in her song the story of 

 clover blooms, — of their wondrous 

 sweetness, the secret of which by 

 close companionship, she alone can 

 describe ? Adele Stanton must have 

 heard it when she wrote : 



Red clover blossom 



Oh, a song to the clover 

 That sweet field rover 

 Which the bees riot over 



Their thirst to stay; 

 In whose dej^ths the sky plover 

 Hies to find cover. 

 Where maiden and lover 

 And children stray. 

 Oh; the cool fragrant places, 

 Strewn with the graces 

 Of the pink and white faces 



Breathing perfume! 

 Where the country wind races 

 Laden with traces 

 Of swept over spaces 



Of clover bloom ! 



I chose a sunny morning in June for my visit to the haunts of 

 the clovers. Bobby, an inquiring boy of ten, a true lover and 

 student of Nature, also seemed much "in tune" and I knew would 

 be a sympathetic companion. Equipped with a collecting can, a 



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