WILD RASPBERRY. 



There shiver, in rose-tinted white, the pale anemones ; 

 There pink, perfumed arbutus trails from underneath 



bare trees ; 

 Hepatica shows opal gleams beneath her silk-lined 



cloak, 

 Then slips it off, and hides amid the gnarled roots of 



the oak. 



They like the clear cool weather well when they are 



fairly out. 

 And they are happy as the flowers of summer climes, no 



doubt. 

 When little star-shaped innocence makes every field 



snow-white 

 With her four-cornered neckerchiefs, there is no lovelier 



sight. 



And when the wild geranium comes, in gauzy purple 

 sheen. 



Forerunner of the woodland rose, June's darling, Sum- 

 mer's queen. 



With small herb-robert like a page close following her 

 feet, 



Jack-in-the-pulpit will stand up in his green curtained 

 seat : 



