And watch them glow and glisten, - THE THE TOADSTOOL. HERE'S a thing that grows by the fainting And springs in the shade of the lady's bower; She does not glow in a painted vest, And she never blooms on the maiden's breast; In a modest suit of a Quaker hue. And, when the stars in the evening iLes O there is light in her lover's glance, And, if you will look by the moonlight fair, And he twines his arms round her slender stem, - Oliver Wendell Holmes. DIE HERZ BLUME. THE HERE grew a little flower once, And some said it would ever bloom, And some said it was Grief and Tears, But still the little flower bloom'd, And still it lived and throve, And men do it call "Summer Growth," But angels call it "Love!" The thistles show beyond the brook And out of many a weed-grown nook With eyes of tender gloom. The silent orchard aisles are sweet With smell of ripening fruit. Through the sere grass, in shy retreat Flutter, at coming feet, The robins strange and mute. There is no wind to stir the leaves, The harsh leaves overhead; Only the querulous cricket grieves, A song of summer dead. THE BUTTERFLY'S REVENGE. AN ugly caterpillar once uplooking To a humming-bird, in gorgeous colors gleaming, Thus said to him, her furry throat upcrooking: Despise me not though painful now my seeming In shape and guise and movement of each feature, And thou art such a bright, celestial creature." The rainbow birdling scorned to make replying, The humming-bird, unconscious of this changing, When lo! appeared our gay one in her ranging. The butterfly said: "Vain thy suit and urging; Thou spurnedst her on whom now thy heart thou settest. Now thee I scorn, with magic charms adornèd.” - Oriental Poetry, arranged by William Rounceville Alger. TH HIDDEN SWEETS. HE honey-bee that wanders all day long To gather in his fragrant winter store, In the wide garden of humanity, And, like the bee, if home the spoil we bear, Hived in our hearts it turns to nectar there. S% THE BEES. work the honey bees; Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The art of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king, and offices of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad; Others, like soldiers, armèd in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, |