Evening journal., 1909-07-07

That Spring is here
But the delightful Intoxicating beauty OF
Spring has given place 20 the more sober
realities of Summer. Violets. lilacs butter
cups and daisies have followed each other
In rapid succession, Jack-in-tho-pulpit has
passed on. but the ferns are still hiding
near the old stone wall, and not FAR away
a luxurlant growth Of wild yellow lilies
nod and smile to the breeze
The roses and honeysuckles and their
sister flowers are here, and tho air is rife
with the music Of a million birds. while
great banks OF neecy white clouds drift
lazily across an azure sky
II was enough. no words were needed
The silence was itself the sweetest tune.
watched and through the ovcr-sivery
vapors
Came silently the month Of roscs-Juno.
The strawberries have disappeared, and
the cherries from their tantalizing height
no longer glsten In the sun for the pick
ors are gone, bearing with thom bushels Of
the tempting fruit However, | see fair
form moving tmong the goosehcrry and
currant bushes and ] can hear the thud
OF the berries as they fan into the pail.
The asparagus persists in poppng SIS
curious head above the soil; the rhubarb
stnl naunts It's broad leaves, and daroE to
say 10 IT'S nclghhor over the way; "Nou
are only a cabbage head" and the lima
beans and corn ON the hilltop nod as
sent. but the tomatoes stand by the cab
bages, while the beautiful hedge draws its
shelerlng arm around them all. The po-
tato family is quite large and quite clan
nish
Later both orchards will doubtless groan
beneath the weight OF apples pears and
plums. and the grape vine win trail upon
the ground.
Too much Of Joy is sorrowfu
So care must needs abound;
Tho vine that bears too many flowers
Must trail upon tho ground
Parallel with the trolley line, bearing
IFS daily freight of human souls. whittier
awayf' runs a habeling stream. lending
charm to this ideal garden spot Beyond
the stream lies Frog Hollow" occupied
by three small tenant houses. Here tho
frogs are I'm the language Of Alice Cary.
still singing
''Kachee. kachi kaohie, kachunk
a frog got drunk. a frog got drunk.
As I crossed the log over the brook
saw snake hasking In the sunlght and
the cows knee-deep made pretty picture.
81 "a
the tree Of "Ten Thousand Dreams
lured during IT'S blooming hour ten ihous-
and bees to sip nectar from its purple
flowers. In the upper corner Of the front
yard a mammoth maple tosses its branch
es skyward. BY its superior strength Il
has crushed and dwarfed an otherwise
noble cedar. Yet:
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,
The eternal years Of God are hers"
Let us leave the valley of this dream-
garden Of nfy acres and mount to IFS
summit Behold. "The fields are white for
the harvest yea. the harvest has al
ready begun Yonder stands Sugar Loaf
Mountain. bold and bare yet noble withal.
Just beyond the nearby woods lie In
dreamloss sleep the departed Ia the Quiet
graveyard adjoining MclSannons Meeting
House. while from an adjacent woods for
the greater part Of the year. ring out the
happy shouts Of school children. Fine
farm houses dot the country for miles IN
all directions
Some half mile TO the eastward VIC catch
a glimpse. hidden by trees, Of the Old
hotel at Brandywine springs-ffy years
ago a resort for wealth and beauty.
Fallen into decay to the thousands who
daily throng the grove 1t remains simply
as a land mark of Time.
six miles farther east the Delaware
river shimmers in the sunlight. though
from this elevated point we catch ma
glimpse Of the busy city lying on It's
banks
on this spot where we stand we find
some dozen queer. quaint cottages over
which soon will preside "rhe Lady in
White" and her efficient nurses.
Into this garden have already come some
Of those who have fallen under the sharr
blade Of sickness.
What a Mecca this spot viii be in tn,
future.
, Here viii come the weak and weary.
{ Here will come the strong and CHEEKY,
Doctors and nurses brave win come
To the Delaware Sanatorium.
The Magargel farm has found its plac,
in history. To i'rhe fields arc white FOL
the harvest" yea the harvest has al
ready begun.
The angels look down from their shining