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CHILDREN'S GARDENS 
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bells. As the village chimes toll out the old 
year and ring in the new, so the snowdrops 
seem to sound a peal of welcome to the coming 
spring. Each season has its flower bell, so a 
pretty poem tells us. The lilies of the valley 
ring their tiny bells in spring, and louder 
chimes come from the joyous “bluebells” in 
summer, while myriads of heather-bells pro¬ 
claim the coming of autumn :— 
Ring the seasons round 
With the joyful sound 
Of flower bells. 
If we listen near, 
Then we all shall hear 
What nature tells. 
Lilies sweet will sing, 
Welcoming the spring, 
Gentle and sweet. 
Through the tender grass, 
Softly as we pass, 
Ring at our feet. 
Waving harebells blue, 
Delicate of hue, 
Ring this refrain : 
Summer’s here at last, 
Winter’s gone and past, 
Summer again. 
Then from the hills around 
Comes forth another sound, 
A merry din ; 
