BULBS IN THE GAKDEN 



MY little garden would not seem a 

 garden were the lovely Snow- 

 drops, Crocus, Daffodils, Jon- 

 quils, Hyacinths, Narcissi and Tulips to bloom 

 therein no more! "It is not merely the multi- 

 plicity of tints," said Novalis, "the gladness 

 of tone, or the bahniness of the air which de- 

 light in the spring; it is the stiU consecrated 

 spirit of hope, the prophecy of happy days to 

 come; the endless variety of Nature, with pre- 

 sentiments of eternal flowers which never shall 

 fade, and sympathy with the blessedness of 

 the ever-developing world." This garden of 

 the first flowers of springtime seems to be like 

 the rainbow in the heavens. 



"In hues of ancient promise, there imprest; 

 Frail in its date, eternal in its gvise." 



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