The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-07-23
THE CLOVER BLOSSOM.
A PARABLE.

pink clover-blossom popped her head out
OF ner green leaves one fine summer morning.
She found herself planted in border of grass
that surrounded circle Of fower~beds in a
beautiful garden, and scarcely dared to raise
her eyes to take peep al the grand place in
which she was growing.
You are very pretty" whispered a blade
OF ribbon-grass, bending down to the clovera
blossom. "Now that come nearer I can
see thai you have hundred beauties I di6't
notice before, each one blushing sweetly.'
ut must De So" thought the clover. as the
wind swung the tail blade up straight; "tor
ne Is SO high he can spy out everything all
around me-"
She spread her pink and white-winged
spikes wider,and looked out at her neighbors.
out soon discovered thai of FL the gardens
flowers she was the plainest and lowliest:
though her leaves We're soft and beautifully
marked, they were unnoticed In the dark,
green grass. and her pink and white winged
spikes. though there were so many of them
were very Insignificant.
The blade of ribbon grass bent gracefully
toward scarlet fuchsla. nodded to tail sp.re
OF olue larkspur, and waved good. day to the
mornlng-glories" whose striped skirts we're
spangled with glittering dew. The garden
was hlled with stately beauties; lady's slippers
In puts and flounces of every hue, yellow
narlgolds, blue hare~bells, pansies in purple
and gold,a majestic gadiolas in scarlet and
white caps Tie clover~blossom hung her
red head; she felt like an unlimited guest; she
had come there quite by accident it was not
intended that her Iowly form and humble
dress should appear among these fine flowers
of quality.
This is no place for me,'' she sighed
Wishing that she might creep again under the
cover of the green leaves. and hide her home
~ charms. But none of the gay beauties
were thinking of her. The rlbbon~grass took
no notice of her; he was paying his compli-
ments to the garden 6eHeS and had quite
forgotten the clover-blossom.
The eyes of the butterfly were very large
but ne royed from one fowe~ to the other
without spying out the red clover.head.
When the sun rose higher, the -four o'clocks"
and morning glories'' CLOSED their eyes and
went fast asleep.
Dear mel they look very old and witbered.
to be sure," though the clover blossom; "and
l am not at all sleepy; my eyes are opening
wider ever minute. These fine folks do not
suit me. Perhaps the gardener will chop off
my head with his hoe when he sees me. /
should not be very sorry, for I am of no use:
no one needs me or cares for me here"
A busy bee came humming and buzzing
through the garden; he lowered around the
apple"tree; the blossoms had long ago wither-
ed; he could scarcely tell what he came there
for, and so he buzze1 on and stopped at the
group of flour o clocks"
Lazy thlngsn' said the bee "Sleepy
heads! they can't keep awake half of the day.
They are the drones of the garden won't
call here again. All! I need not expect
anything from you, continued he in contempt
pausing for moment at the withered,
unsightly, "morniDg-g cries"
He looked for something better than grace
and beauty and mere ornament. The wise
bee knew 1t could not be found on the dew
spangled skirts of the morning -glories" and
"four o'clocks'" and so, also he passed by
the lauguishing fuch la, the blue harebell
gorgeous pansies, and redcapped giadiolas.
They all looked after him as he flew past
wondering why they WERE neglected, and saw
him finger near the clover,blossom, almost
hidden down under the grass.