GOWNS OF GOSSAMER. 



They're hastening up across the fields; I see them on 

 their way ! 



They will not wait for cloudless skies, nor even a pleas- 

 ant day, 



For Mother Earth will weave and spread a carpet for 

 their feet ; 



Already voices in the air announce their coming sweet. 



One sturdy little violet peeped out alone, in March, 

 While cobwebs of the snow yet hung about the sky's 



gray arch ; 

 But merry winds to sweep them down in earnest had 



begun ; 

 The violet, though she shook with cold, stayed on to 



watch the fun. 



And now the other violets are crowding up to see 

 What welcome in this blustering world may chance for 



them to be ; 

 They lift themselves on slender stems in every shaded 



place, 

 tieads over heads, all turned one way, wonder in every 



fac-. 



