The Wind was blowing loud an As the bravest birds burst fort Swaying gently on the hill, Was the yellow daffodil.
Hiding neath a bush near by, The modest violet did lo. Wallflowers, lilies, pansies. (the world will always sing thei Whilst they waft upon the air, Precious perfume. rich and rare Green buds shooting from each Celardines were on the "spree"
he grass with gold strong in song; praises) tree ting with every marigold. Here I stood, in meditation Thinking. what an education We could rs and trees. if we possessed, such faith as these, And know, that after cold and rain Spring. and flowers, do come again. So, from the flowers that grew around, A lesson, then and there, I found: for pomp and prominence, h to have, of great immense th, and things, which only give Lots of trouble, while we live; But rather let me live to share, Nature's fragrance everywhere."—a. a. r.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.