"THE SEASON" WINDOW-BOX 19 



sure to be imitated in other places. I have often wished 

 that every nursery-vi^indow in London might have its 

 window-box for simple flowers. A child's delight in the 

 first shoot above the ground is a pretty thing to see, and 

 after that there is the miracle of the bud and bloom. 

 How much more meaning has the pretty " Seed Song " to 

 a town child who has himself with his own hands sowed 

 the little seedlets and watched the wonder of their birth 

 in his very own window-box ! I borrow two half verses 

 of it, for the benefit of those to whom it is unfamiliar. 



" Little brown seed, oh ! little brown brother, 

 Are you awake in the dark ? 

 Here we lie cosily, close to each other : — 

 Hark to the song of the lark ! 



" Little brown seed, oh ! little brown brother, 

 What kind of flower will you be ? 

 I'll be a Poppy — all white like my mother. 

 Do be a Poppy like me." 



