Title: Little book of garden songs
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Hamil, Lura Coolley, 1878-1933. [from old catalog]
Publisher: Boston, Four Seas Co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation
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lossomingAt touch of Spring.  PILFERED SWEETS Bees to honey-suckle stealing, Blooms too deep your sweets concealing— So to bandit hordes appealing Your sweetness and your flavour. Humming-birds like swift thoughts darting,Wavring, lingring—sudden starting,Airy grace that makes sad parting.Their trust their faith, their favor. Spendthrift of your sweets, beguilingThieves by vain flirtatious smiling.Small the wonder by such wilingThey seek to taste, to savor.  THE IRIS BORDER Iris border all a-bloom. Lavenders and blues.Yellows in their many tints do our choice confuse.All to sight are beautiful. Orchid-like they bloomMaking of this sheltered spot a lovely fragrant room.Pallida Dalmatica, stately name and flower,Sweetest blossom of them all. Yours the crowning hour.Lavish of the sweetness in your orange-flower scent.Odors of fair Araby in its fragrance blent.Queen you are and should be ever. Charms that will not pallYours by right and not by favor, sweetest of them all. 
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The iris border THE EVENING SKY The white moonlight like silver rain sifts through the leafy trees;Through ghostly mist of amethyst and yellow shines the moon.A lovely sight the dappled white adrift before the breeze,The sky doth try her beauties all to show in one glad June. Last night the light still fairer was as fell the evening down.The western sky as day did die held all the passing throng.The western glow did linger so they watched it from the town,Forgot their lot, and on the sky read plain Gods even-song.  MY NEIGHBOR ELM Where late you showed against the sky-In tracings intricate and fineI now look into leafy lanesWliere birds do nest and fledglings flyIn crude and clumsy travestyOf task set for them and their gainsYou seem to note, oh friendly tree, the same as mine. Benevolence and stately graceAre yours and strength and hardihood.The sunshine falls upon your headUndimmed through years that leave no trace.You hold secure your honored placeNor winters stormy rigors drea
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