AUTUMN nN THE GAIRBEP^ 



'VE saved a lot of precious seeds 



In labeled packets neat, 

 Another year to make my own 



Or neighbor's garden sweet, 

 For we should pass along the joys 



Of blooming beds and bowers, 

 And preach in every barren spot 



The gospel of the flowers. 



HEN sitting by the Winter hearth 



While sleet assaults the pane, 

 In fancy I will walk among 



My favorites again. 

 And count the dainty baby buds 



On dewy stalk and spray. 

 And loosen up the soil, and snip 



The withered leaves away. 



EAR blossoms: all the Summer long 

 They never ceased to bloom, 

 And constantly enchanted me 



With color and perfume. 

 Full many a melancholy hour 



Their loveliness has blest. 

 Now let them snugly sleep awhile. 

 For they have earned a rest. 

 — Minna Irving 



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