A garden rosary . threedays gale, and my flowers areprone upon the earth — tossed,torny and beaten. The pink hollyhocks^that stood in such stately graciousness inthe corner of the house, are bent prostrateto the ground: the bachelor s buttons haveturned up their coat collars and are shiver-ing away from the wind. The meek littlefaces of the impatiens are discolored bythe bitter smiting, and every now and thena flat poppy falls —face downward —on the drenched grass. The snapdragonsare utterly demoralized — / dont see howthey can ever recover — and the sweetpeas are stained with weeping. But it
A garden rosary . threedays gale, and my flowers areprone upon the earth — tossed,torny and beaten. The pink hollyhocks^that stood in such stately graciousness inthe corner of the house, are bent prostrateto the ground: the bachelor s buttons haveturned up their coat collars and are shiver-ing away from the wind. The meek littlefaces of the impatiens are discolored bythe bitter smiting, and every now and thena flat poppy falls —face downward —on the drenched grass. The snapdragonsare utterly demoralized — / dont see howthey can ever recover — and the sweetpeas are stained with weeping. But it isthe hollyhocks that fill me with keenestgrief. One tall creature is broken sharplyin two, and hangs there mutely, like ahigh-born lady overwhelmed by misfor-tune: a bruised reed that has, contrary tothe kind assurances of Scripture, been mostcruelly broken. Of course the calendulas A GARDEN ROSARY 63 — sturdy peasants — did nt mind it a the wee eschscholtzias have shut theireyes in 64 A GARDEN ROSARY August 5 his morning I have been bind-ing up the broken-heartedand setting at liberty themthat are bruised. One lissom pink holly-hock will never recover, but I have broughther to end her days in a tall glass vasein the shelter of the gray-paneled beautiful lady, stricken down by a mor-tal disease, but still smiling bravely, shestands erect — one third her once gloriousheight. I have brought in the impatiensand it is thrusting out new little blossomsas soon as it possibly can. It recoversquickly. The snapdragons are sullenlysodden. They lie sulkily on the groundand drop their petals in the most dis-gruntled way. The balsam, under itsthick and shining thatch, hardly seems toknow that anything has happened. Thepoppies refuse to open their eyes, al-though it is ten oclock in the morning.
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