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Then comes Spring Beauty, the Claytonia Virginica, 



" That delicate forest flower, 

 With scented breath, and look so like a smile, 

 Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, 

 An emanation of the indwelling Life." 



— Bryant. 



Hosts of violets of all shades follow, and are among 

 the earliest of the forest flowers ; but, alas, the ruthless 

 advance of man upon the scene, in cutting down the 

 sheltering trees, has robbed the spring flowers of the 

 warm winter cloak which protected them from the bitter 

 winds, so that while formerly we looked for these lovely 

 flowers in April, we now seldom find them before' May. 

 Some indeed of the forest plants have disappeared and 

 we see them no more. Types are they of the native 

 race, the Indian children of the land, fast passing away. 

 " Thou shalt seek them in the morning, and shalt not 

 find them." 



SUMMER. 



' ' Under the greenwood tree 

 Who loves to lie with me, 

 And turn his merry note 

 Unto the sweet bird's throat, 

 Come hither, come hither, come hither : 

 Here shall he see 

 No enemy 

 But winter and rough weather.'' 



— As You Like It. 



But it is no rough weather that we shall meet this 



