MAKE "THE CITY BEAUTIFUL" 



"I have remembered when the winter came, 

 High in my chamber in the frosty nights, 

 How in the shimmering noon of summer past 

 Some unrecorded beam s^nted across 

 The upland pastures where the Johnswort grew; 

 Or heard, amid the verdure of my mind, 

 The bee's long smothered hum, on the Blue Flag 

 Loitering amidst the mead." 

 Thoreau. 



"How fresh were the Flags on the stone-studded ridge 

 That rudely supported the narrow oak bridge! 

 And that bridge, oh! how boldly and safely I ran 

 On the thin plank that now I should timidly scan!" 

 Eliza Cook: Old Mill-Stream. 



"Lilacs and violets woodbine and brier, 

 Pond lilies drifting up from the black mire; 

 Long files of Iris bright gladiolus, 

 Dainty anemones, loved of Aeolus." 



Wm. C. Langdon: Springtime. 



"Beautiful lily, dwelling by still rivers, 



Or solitary mere, 



Or where the sluggish meadow-brook delivers 

 Its waters to the weir! 



Thou laughest at the mill, the whir and worry 



Of spindle and of loom, 

 And the great wheel that toils amid the hurry 



And rushing of the flume. 



Born in the purple, born to joy and pleasance, 



Thou dost not toil nor spin, 

 But makest glad and radiant with thy presence 



The meadow and the lin. 



The wind blows, and uplifts thy drooping banner, 



And round thee throng and run 

 The rushes, the green yeomen of thy manor, 



The outlaws of the sun. 



The burnished dragon-fly is thine attendant, 



And tilts against the field, 

 And down the listed sunbeam rides resplendent 



With steel-blue mail and shield. 



