Guss SYLLABUS OF GARDEN NATURE-STUDY 247 



Or with Tennyson, — 



"Flower in the crannied wall, 



I pluck you out of the crannies, 



I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, 



Little flower — but if I could understand 



What you are, root and all, and all in all, 



I should know what God and man is." 



Children who can have opportunity early in the spring to see 

 bulbs coming into bloom in the school yard or in the parks or 

 gardens will appreciate better ^the Hnes in the old readers: 



"Daffydown Dilly came up in the cold through the 



brown mold. 

 Although the March breezes blew keen in her face, 

 Although the white snow lay on many a place." 



And these from Julia Dorr, — 



"Roly-poly honey-bee. 

 Humming in the clover. 

 Under you the tossing leaves. 

 And the blue sky over. 

 Why are you so busy, pray? 

 Never still a minute, 

 Hovering now above a flower, 

 Now half buried in it!" 



