The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-03-23

daypreak Only two of the forty-nV roses failed to greet me this spring With their tender message Of green, ana. with loving touch, l spread out my mana; as upon q grave, where they lived ana
 frightened the lonely space It took, per hans cart load of loose leaf mold to properly fertilize the soil.
 Across my yard. beside the walk, ana opposite to this star of roses was my circular bed If pink verbenas, edged with sweet violets tiny wilderness Of color 1t was. to be sure, but none the iess 'n- toxicatlng judging from the flights of brown butterflies that passed and re- passed to it hourly; and its bloom has gladdened many a vase in this locality. 1 recall a July breakfast given Mrs, John- ston (the angel-friend of plants). when chief guest at the table. Mrs. J. sent me from Highland Park Crimson Rambler for my gallery and 1t has ciimp-
 ed three yards. l would like to make this my favorite. because sne tooh .e tue cutting from her own gorgeous rose,tree. and sent 1t to me on it's second birtnoay.
 Between my nelghbors and myself, on either side. there is a hedge of scarlet cannas that made fence almost SIX rec. tail. How the humming-blrds rhapsodised there! I used to watch their irridescent wings and muse upon their lovely exist ence. until one day a hungry longing to he one took possession or me
 Wee moving flower, what would l give liSe thee to love- like thee to live On Jews that cool the blossom threats. " here hozsg grows instead Of notes4 What would I give like thee to live, And like a bright leaf upward rise, And whirl and float like a cloud boat That specks with red the evening skies? What would I give if could sip
 One song fresh from a flower lip?
 And then above the breeze to stray And cross the miles that distant lay What would I give. If could live As thou. far. far I'd dart.
 And flash my face above vase
 That decks the doorway of a heart.
 Back If the cannas or either side, three bananna trees waved. My doctor gave me the handsomest one. which was my especial pride. It's tall, languid leaves made a wide umbrella for my hammock and under its luXuriant shade I regalned my health. It was the only awning | ever tolerated. Awnings give bumped and awkward meaning to houses. They suggest tents in space, and not many Of us are etheral enough in spirit to even dream of dwelling wheye there is no Foundation. Fold the faded things away forever. and plant climbing rose. please. or let the honeysuckle and elem atis sweeten your sterile surroundings. Mrs. Dovecote imagines that vines arc piebeian They have an elegance that reaches up and away from every low and common thing. Mrs. Potter Palmer s palace is covered with them, and every magnificent home on Prospect Avenue has either a tower of ivy or trellis of wisteria. Heaven itself is going to be shaded with Towering vines. God knows all about them. He planted gourd vine once over a grumbler. and He will not deny the truly grateful a similar bless ing.
 How everybody loved my vinelaced and yine-latticed and Vine-bestrung gallery last summer! One day Mir. Lanier. the poet passed and he waved his arm my way and said something beautiful about them They went over tho roof and even looked in at the upstairs windows-the sweet things! Madison Cawein. the verse
 magician. has spent some lovely mo- ments with his muse under their shad- ows. surely: '.The moon flower making spiritual all
 the air"
 He has way of extracting truth from everything and those who are intimate with this bloom can. perhaps. with hls statement recall something intanglDlS sweet about it's fragrance
 If helps one to be good to dwell among aoyers and vines. To see them toillng and climbing upward and clinging each to the other for strength Is a lovely lesson for the uncharitable Let us lift up the tendrils and runners and make for them resting places about - A--A' ~a