St Nicholas [serial] . GRANDMOTHERS GARDEN. By Joel Benton. Did you know it (what visions its memory unlocks!),With its beds of bright pansies and quaint four-o-clocks?For the newfangled blossoms we dote on to-dayHave driven our grandmothers garden away. There were wonders within it, scarce known now, bright morning-glories crept up to the door;Prim balsams, sweet pinks, feverfew, marigold,And many-hued poppies, a sight to behold. Its beds and its walks geometric were laid; The box on its borders seemed out for parad,e ; >1) Gay tulips in masses, or bunched as deemed best,Were go
St Nicholas [serial] . GRANDMOTHERS GARDEN. By Joel Benton. Did you know it (what visions its memory unlocks!),With its beds of bright pansies and quaint four-o-clocks?For the newfangled blossoms we dote on to-dayHave driven our grandmothers garden away. There were wonders within it, scarce known now, bright morning-glories crept up to the door;Prim balsams, sweet pinks, feverfew, marigold,And many-hued poppies, a sight to behold. Its beds and its walks geometric were laid; The box on its borders seemed out for parad,e ; >1) Gay tulips in masses, or bunched as deemed best,Were gorgeous and stately, and royally dressed. Geraniums, larkspur, and peonies bold,—The last daring sometimes the snow and the cold,—Canterbury-bells white, and likewise the blue,Were favorite flowers that our grandmothers knew. Sweet-brier, honeysuckle, and tuberoses rareWere lovingly nurtured, and tended with care;Clove-pink, lady-slipper, spiced fennel and dill,And caraway, too. I remember them •v Buttercups, clematis, nasturtium, sweet pea,(The last has survived for the youngsters to see)And balm, for winged callers that sought it in flocks;Sweet-william and lychnis, and pink and white phlox. Velvet dahlias and asters and cockscomb beside,And masses of hollyhocks flaming in pride;Even snowballs and sunflowers, if not of rare grace,Rose boldly to show that they, too, had a place. Syringas and hyacinths these caught the dewAnd the sun—and the marvel (so called) of Peru ;What an army! Too many to singly our grandmothers garden could wel-come them all. The lilac of springtime is ever in mind; Its fame is as broad as the range of mankind ; Long linked with the thoughts of our ear-liest years, Its faint, luscious odor brings rapture andtears. You may boast of the Latin-named flowersof to-day,f\ And the leaf-beds that make such a dashing Idisplay; But I mourn for times havoc, and long torestore The garden that bloomed by our grand-mothers door.
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