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Grass rows at last above all graves. - [Herbage] Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer, their pure breath sanctifies the air. - [Flowers] No mother who stands upon low ground herself can hope to place her children upon a loftier plane. They may reach it, but it will not be through her. - [Mothers] Pluck the acacia's golden balls, And mark where the red pomegranate falls. - [Acacia] With fragrant breath the lilies woo me now, and softly speaks the sweet-voiced mignonette. - [Flowers] And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night. - A Red Rose [Lilies] Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine. - At the Gate [Honeysuckles] The buttercups, bright-eyed and bold, Held up their chalices of gold To catch the sunshine and the dew. - Centennial Poem (l. 165) [Buttercups] Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow. - For a Silver Wedding [Violets] Grass grows at last above all graves. - Grass-Grown [Grass] Fie upon thee, November! thou dost ape The airs of thy young sisters, . . . thou hast stolen The witching smile of May to grace thy lip, And April's rare capricious loveliness Thou'rt trying to put on! - November [November] The harebells nod as she passes by, The violet lifts its tender eye, The ferns bend her steps to greet, And the mosses creep to her dancing feet. - Over the Wall [Flowers] O beautiful, royal Rose, O Rose, so fair and sweet! Queen of the garden art thou, And I--the Clay at thy feet! . . . . Yet, O thou beautiful Rose! Queen rose, so fair and sweet, What were lover or crown to thee Without the Clay at thy feet? - The Clay to the Rose [Roses] Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; The year grows rich as it groweth old, And life's latest sands are its sands of gold! - To the "Bouquet Club" [Goodness] What dost thou bring to me, O fair To-day, That comest o'er the mountains with swift feet? - To-Day [Today] And all the meadows, wide unrolled, Were green and silver, green and gold, Where buttercups and daisies spun Their shining tissues in the sun. - Unanswered [Flowers] Up from the gardens floated the perfume Of roses and myrtle, in their perfect bloom. - Vashti's Scroll (l. 91) [Flowers]
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