28 A LaugJiing Chorus. 



Then, " Ha ! ha ! ha ! " a chorus came 



Of laughter soft and low 



From the millions of flowers under the ground 



Yes millions beginning to grow. 



Oh, the pretty, brave things ! through the coldest 



days, 



Imprisoned in walls of brown, 

 They never lost heart though the blast shrieked 



loud, 



And the sleet and the hail came down ; 

 But patiently each wrought her beautiful dress, 

 Or fashioned her beautiful crown ; 

 And now they are coming to brighten the world, 

 Still shadowed by winter's frown ; 

 And well may they cheerily laugh, " Ha ! ha ! " 

 In a chorus soft and low, 



The million of flowers hid under the ground - 

 Yes millions beginning to grow. 



Emerson's Evolution of Expression. 



