long bare arms, or formed briery tangles according 

 to their kind ; the shrubs were massive and well- 

 grown, and had the soothing influence of perma- 

 nence. In a sheltered corner a cluster of chrysanthe- 

 mums unharmed by frost showed their silvery disks, 

 and a single crumpled pansy looked up from the 

 path where it had found footing. 



"The Garden of a Commuter's Wife." 



{Mabel Osgood Wright.) 



Baby, what do the blossoms say, 



Down in the garden walk ? 

 They nod and bend in the twilight gray ; 



Say 1 can you hear them talk ? 

 They say, " Oh, darling baby bright. 

 We're going to sleep! good night, good night ! 

 The gentle breezes have come to sing 

 How God takes care of everything." 



Sarah E. Hens haw. 



I remember, I remember 



The roses, red and white, 

 The violets, and the lily-cups. 



Those flowers made of light ! 

 The lilacs, where the robin built. 



And where my brother set 

 The laburnum on his birthday, — 



The tree is living yet. 



Thomas Hood. 



When to the garden of untroubled thought 

 I came of late, and saw the open door 

 And wished again to enter and explore 



The sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought. 



And bowers of innocence with beauty fraught. 

 It seemed some purer voice must speak before 

 I dared to tread the garden, loved of yore. 



That Eden lost unknown, and found unsought. 



