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g^RDE^C REELS 
Garden bells— 
Hear them ring 
Summer songs, 
Chimes of spring, 
Lily-of-the-Valley bells, 
Campanulas, 
Blue Hare Bells. 
Easter Lilies, 
Lenten bells. 
June-time choir 
Antiphonals, 
Coral Bells 
and 
Bells of Heather, 
Chimes of color, 
Rhymes of weather. 
Lemon Lilies 
Lor one day 
Sing their song— 
Then fade away. 
Here are lovely 
Lritillaries, 
■ Yellow bells, 
Like gay canaries. 
Tinkling bells, 
Anemone. 
Tall racemed 
Gladioli. 
Canterbury’s 
Cathedral bells 
Lyric songs 
Of Asphodels. 
Lorsythias 
And Columbine, 
Magnolias 
and 
Sprigs of Thyme. 
And the Mallows, 
Rose and gold, 
Singing chanties 
Lree and bold. 
Loxglove bells, 
Sweet troubadors. 
Lour o’Clocks, 
Ring out the hours. 
While Violas 
White and purple 
Play a lovely 
Obligato 
To the ringing, 
To the singing, 
Of the bells— 
The garden bells— 
Ringing to the orchestration, 
Of the rain drops and the sunshine; 
Singing to the lamentation 
Of the wind-horns in the night-time. 
Sweetest prophecies foretelling 
Lor departed seasons knelling, 
Living, glowing garden bells. 
Lading, dying garden bells. 
Ethel Romig Puller 
CROWN IMPERIAL 
“In no garden, no matter how modern, could the 
Fritillaries ever look to me aught but antique and 
classic.” Writes Mrs. Earle (page 447, “Old Time 
Gardens”). “They are as essentially of the past, even 
to the careless eye, as an antique lamp or brazier. 
Quaint, too, is the fabric of their coats, like some old 
silken stuff of paduasoy or sarsenet.” The Crown 
Fritillary (Fritillaria imperialis) shown above is a native 
of Asia Minor 
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