OLD FASHIONLD WILD LLOWKRS 



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WILD HELIOTROPE 



far-away garden where you nourished side 

 by side in unfettered profusion in that fairy- 

 land of childhood — grandmother's garden. 



FUTILITY 



BY GRACE STONE FIELD 



Deep in the woods the violets blossom and 



droop and die; 

 Out in the fields the daisies smile, up to the 



summer sky ; 

 And happy boys with bare brown feet and 



careless girls at play 



Scatter the petals as they pass, unheeding, on 

 their way. 



Down in the city's reeking slums the human 



blossoms fade. 

 Dear Nature's God! Was it for this the 



little ones were made ? 

 Oh, for a field of daisies fair here in the 



stifling town! 

 Oh, for a wood with violets and the breath 



of hill and down! 



WILD PORTULACA 



The pitiful, patient babies languish and fade 



and fail, 

 And prodigal Nature's offspring crowd in 



wood and dale. 

 God's country calls to heedless ears, closed 



e'en to children's cries, 

 And ever the man-made city lures its souls 



from paradise. 



