spot the crocuses bloom each spring, 

 and Dr. Holmes tells the procession of 

 the dwellers of the dust in their true 

 order : — 



" The golden-chaliced crocus burns ; 

 The long narcissus blades appear ; 

 The cone-beaked hyacinth returns 

 To light her blue-flamed chandelier. 



" The willow's whistling lashes, wrung 

 By the wild winds of gusty March, 

 With sallow leaflets lightly strung, 

 Are swaying by the tufted larch. 



" See the proud tulip's flaunting cup, 

 That flames in glory for an hour, — 

 Behold it withering, then look up — 

 How meek the forest-monarch's flower I 



" When wake the violets. Winter dies ; 

 When sprout the elm buds. Spring is near ; 

 When lilacs blossom, Summer cries, 

 ' Bud, little roses, Spring is here I ' " 



In the essay " Of Gardens," by 

 Bacon, he extols the pleasures of 

 a garden, and maintains that there 

 should be included in the great gar- 

 den smaller gardens for each month 



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