MORNING GLORY.

EARTH'S awake, 'neath the laughing skies,
After the dewy and dreamy night,—

Riot of roses and babel of birds,

All the world in a whirl of delight.

Roses smile in their white content,
Roses blush in their crimson bliss,
As the vagrant breezes wooing them
Ruffle their petals with careless kiss.

Yellow butterflies flutter and float,

Jewelled humming-birds glitter and glow, And, scorning the ways of such idle things, Bees flit busily to and fro.

The mocking-bird swells his anxious throat, Trying to be ten birds in one,

And the swallow twitters, and dives, and darts Into the azure to find the sun.

MORNING GLORY.

But robin red-breast builds his house

Singing a song of the joy to come, And the oriole trims his golden vest,

Glad to be back in his last year's home.

Lilies that sway on their slender stalks,
Morning-glories that nod to the breeze,
Bloom of blossoms, and joy of birds,—
What in the world is better than these?

-Louise Chandler Moulton.

DAISIES, BUTTERCUPS, AND BACH

ELOR'S BUTTONS.