The sunny days of childhood 
In simple joys are passed; 
And like the early summer flower, 
Too frail and fair to last. 
Yet memory, ever in delight, 
Turns to those happy hours, 
When skies above were ever bright. 
The pathway strewn with flowers. 
yj . ft. J1.AWRENCE. 
APRIL 8 
Daphne Odora. Sweets to the sweet. 
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, 
To throw a perfume on the violet, 
To smooth the ice, or add another hue 
Unto the rainbow, or with taper light 
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, 
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. 
JShakespeare. 
APRIL 9 
Dianthus (Indian Pink) . Make haste. 
