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"just naturally" a horticulturalist, but every
thing looked shining, and showed lot of work
accomplished by the whole family. Cousin Annis
beautiful display of bulbs remind me of a [poire?]
by "our Edgar Guest." I really think He should
be made an honorary member of the Horticultural.

TULIPS

Bulbs I planted in the fall,
Covered them, and that was all;
Bitter blew the wind that day
As I smoothed the bed of clay,
But I whispered: "In the spring
This will be a lovely thing."

Then the winter came and frowned
On that little patch of ground,
Covered it with ice and snow;
Uglier it seemed to grow,
Bleak and desolate and bare
As if death itself were there.

Now the sunbeams come to toil
Busily above my soil,
And with sculptor's blows precise
Now they chip away the ice,
Melt with torch the frost and snow
So that every bulb may grow.

Through the black earth I can see
Beauty coming back to me,
Life in blossom shall unfold,
Red and pink and yellow gold!
Thus my tulips in the spring
Prove the faith to which I cling
(Copyright, 1925, Edgar A. Guest.)

Mary Reading Nichols

Sect'y.