E. F. M.

“ Tulips gorgeous to behold;
Lilies, for our Lady's sake,
White as snow, May's posies make.
Then let March and April go,
Nor let gentle ladies sigh:
Though their blossoms fade and die,
Others will as dainty show. ”

“ Of the great town
That cannot drown
The subtle message of her whispering winds,
Then young and old, then each and all,
'Neath her enchantment fall,
And in a thousand hearts an answering thrill she finds. ”

“ Speak truly, and small doubt
But that the answer will with laurels crown my side.
Green now our grass
As that o'er which thy rustic footsteps pass.
Our dusky squares
Sport many a branch that Spring's embroidery wears. ”