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Nor thought thereafter, year by year, 



Hearing that fresh yet olden song, 

 To yearn for unreturning joys 



That with its joy belong. 



THE STORY OF THE HYACINTH 



ANONYMOUS 



HYACINTH was a beautiful youth beloved by 

 Apollo. He was playing one day at discus-throwing 

 with the god, when Zephyrus, the West Wind, 

 enraged at Hyacinthus for preferring Apollo to 

 himself, caused one of the discuses to rebound and 

 strike him in the face. Apollo, in despair, seeing 

 that he was unable to save his life, changed him 

 into the flower which bears his name, on whose 

 petals Grecian fancy traced ai, ai, the notes of grief. 



CHILDREN AND FLOWERS 



BY AMANDA B. HARRIS 



From Wild Flower Papers 

 WHAT do these children do who never have a 

 chance to gather wild flowers the flowers that 

 bloom so lavishly; more than enough for everybody, 

 in the dear country-places? 

 Never to have been where violets grow, or arbutus, 



