THE FLOWERS OF EARLY JUNE. I. 
O month whose promise and fulfilment blend 
And burst in one! it seems the earth can store 
In all her roomy house no treasure more; 
Of all her wealth no farthing have to spend 
On fruit, when once this stintless flowering end. 
And yet no tiniest flower shall fall before 
It hath made ready at its hidden core 
Its tithe of seed, which we may count and tend 
Till harvest. 
— HELEN JACKSON —Fune. 
It is one of the rewards which impartial Nature bestows 
upon her faithful students that their eyes are opened to 
see the order, and their ears to hear the harmony, and 
their minds to perceive the beauty, which pervade the 
universe. To them alone “the music of the spheres” 
is audible; to them alone ‘‘the open secret” of Life is 
revealed. And yet, Nature, however kindly, does not 
bestow all her gifts upon any one of her followers how- 
ever faithful. Often the light of new truth appears to 
dawn on several watchers at once, just as the early 
morning light dawns upon all who are awake to see it. 
