154 SUMMER. 
Of rich flowers, the moss-rose and the bright 
tiger-lily, 
. Barbaric in pomp as an Ethiop Queen. 
Oh, the beautiful flowers, all colours combining, 
The larkspur, the pink, and the sweet mig- 
nionette, 
And the blue fleur-de-lis, in the warm sunlight 
shining, 
EE EOE EEE EE EV 
As if grains of gold in its petals were set! 
Yes, the summer,—the radiant summer’s the 
fairest, 
For green-woods and mountains, for mea- 
| dows and bowers, 
For waters, and fruits, and for flowers the 
rarest, 
- And for bright shining butterflies, lovely as 
flowers ! 
