THE APPLICATION OF SCIENCE TO AGEICULTUEE. 23 



THE LITTLE BROWN SEED IN THE FURROW. 



A little brown seed in the furrow 



Lay still in its gloomy bed, 

 While violets blue and lilies white 



Were whispering overhead. 

 They whispered of glories strange and rare, 



Of glittering dew and floating air, 

 Of beauty and rapture everywhere. 



And the seed heard all they said. 



O, little brown seed in the furrow, 



At last you have pierced the mold; 

 And quivering with a life intense. 



Tour beautiful leaves unfold 

 Like wings outspread for upward flight ; 



And slowly, slowly, in dew and light 

 A sweet bud opens — till, in God's sight, 



You wear a crown of gold. 



— Ida W. Benham. 



GREEN THINGS GROWING. 



Oh, the green things growing, the green things growing, 



The faint sweet smell of the green things growing ! 



I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve. 



Just to watch the happy life of the green things growing ! 



Oh, the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing ! 



How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing; 



In the wonderful white of the weird moonlight 



Or the dim dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing. 



I love. I love them so.— the green things growing ! 

 And I think that they love me, without false showing ; 

 For by many a tender touch, they comfort me so much, 

 With the soft, mute comfort of the green things growing. 



— Dinah Mulock Craik. 



SEPTEMBER. 



We are drinking the wine of the ages. 

 From cups that are brimming over 



With the sweet of a honey unbought with money, 

 Distilled from the heart of the clover. 



The flowers afringe on the wayside 

 Are in raiment of purple and gold; 



To the rough-hewn edge of the old stone ledge 

 The clinging brier-vines hold. 



