AN OAK TREE 



ance of our ignorance is not less than that of the 

 nuthatch. 



'TEMPEST' 



UNSEEN, unheard, yet in the close calm afternoon 

 we feel there is 'tempest' coming. It is not a question 

 of the barometer, or the wind, certainly not the 

 meteorological forecast as yet there are no threaten- 

 ing clouds we know it is coming, simply because 

 we just feel it. 



The fragrance and beauty of the lilacs have gone, 

 save perhaps of those valuable semi-double forms 

 which bloom later, but the laburnums are still golden 

 glories, and Azalea mollis in all its lovely and deli- 



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LATE MAY 



