
POLINDRA BODILLY 
DAFFODILS 
Fair harbinger of spring, we wait with bated breath 
Thy coming; or, reluctantly we bide our time 
And, in our fancy, now beholding winter’s death 
See thy return with beauty’s garb sublime. 
Could but the bards of yesteryear behold 
‘Thy chaliced cup, or see thy glowing crown; 
Or visualize thy vivid eye or trumpet bold 
Their words would fail, however great were their renown. 
‘Thy beauty oft enhanced in hybridizers’ hands 
Surpasses all fantastic dreams of yore; 
But still perfection beckons onward, and 
We know not what the future holds in store. 
But though we may not fathom ever 
By what strange alchemy were these changes made, 
Yet in our gardens we may still endeavor 
To have a glorious Daffodil parade. 
—G. E. M. 
SWEENEY, STRAUB & DIMM 
92 HORTICULTURAL PRINTERS 
v8 , PORTLAND, ORE. 
