THE WHITE 

 ROSE BUSH 



THE WHITE ROSE BUSH 



Lilac time is past once more. For the moment 

 I can understand the regret of one who ex- 

 claimed, "If only lilacs lasted forever!" But 

 much as I love the lilacs, I cannot long share 

 that regret, for June is here, and with June, 

 the roses. 



It is a morning full of a thousand scents of 

 herb and flower and ripening fruit. It is a 

 morning glad with the song of birds. 



The dew still lies heavy on plant and flower, 

 gemming grass and hedge, every leaf and twig, 

 with diamonds. The morning sun lights up a 

 world of beauty. What a day for garden 

 dreams! 



This bright June morning is an open gate- 

 way to Wonderland. For, if you would know 

 something of the wonders of the garden, you 

 need only come into touch with its life. To 

 find the marvelous, you need only look. It is 

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