The Washington herald., 1910-03-20

and blossom forth with praise. love, an,
good will to all Let the optimisti
spirit bud into flower and instill sweet
ness and power and encourage the gold
en- season Of budding time with hope an,
promise. Ms b. EDELIN,.
For 10. the winter is past, the rain i
over and gone; the flowers appear on tn,
earth: the time of the singing of birds
is come. and the voice Of the turtle L
heard in the land-Bible. I LEE
Post-cdice Box IA.
When the measured dance OF the hour,
brings back the happy smile if spring ths
buried dead is born again in the life
glance of the sun. The germs which per,
ished TO the eye within the cold breast
of the earth spring up with joy in t..s
bright realm of the day.-Schiller
Mrs THOMAS X. oBRIEN.
y street northwest.
/ It is not the variegated colors. the
cheerful sounds. and the warm breezes
which enliven US so much IN spring; II
Is the quiet. prophetic spirit OF endless
| hope. a presentiment of many happy
days. the anticipation of higher. ever
lasting blossoms and fruits. and the Sc
cret sympathy with the world that is de-
veIoping itself.
ELIZABETH POWELL. CRUsIP.
10 street northwest.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more Of man,
OF moral evil and OF good
Than ali the sages can.
GRACE L DUNN.
Spring, the sweet harbinger OF buals,
with glorious promise of flowers and
fruitage, is repeating its old story again.
The great annual miracle of the bios
soming Of Aaron's rod repeated on
myriads and myriads Of branchesr And
all the woods are alive with the murmur
and sound of the new resurrection. The
buried dead spring up to life again and
we learn a lesson of immortality.
This lovely world, The hills, the sward-
They all look fresh as IL our Lord
But yesterday had finished them"
Mr.. ALSliRA E. n AYERIIIA
1873 Columbia road.
Budding time is the most beautiful and
interesting period OF natures changes.
when the book OF life opens before us and
the glad springtime seems to pulsate
again with new vigor OF life. II is the
season when JOY kneels at mornings rosy
prime in worship to the rising sun. the
season that brings cheerfulness. dancing
light TO the eyes and singing in the heart.
The season that brings hope and new
courage to the soul.
Mr. J. J. o'coNNELL
S4 street northwest
The springtime OF life IS the formative
period. The buds OF good character
should be protected from the vagaries
peculiar to youth. If thus guarded they
will develop traits as symmetrical, beau
tiful, and fragrant as the matured rose.
The bow In the heavens. the bud on
the tree.
Are pledges OF nature my young friend
to thee;
The bow is fixture; the bud It might
fall,
Therefore nurture and shield it. It's the
harvester's ALL
Mrs A. LUCILLE ALLEYNE.
ll25 Twentieth street northwest.
The budding time. the springtime Of
life, is beautiful; promises are fair and
bright. We start fresh and undaunted.
But an optimist finds disappointrnents.
trials, and sorrows among the harvest
yield, and proves his true character by
plucking only the best What triumph
there IS In a fine old man to have come
out of a long life with a spirit still
sunny. There is something deeper, more
secret, which furnishes the real char
acter of our lives.
Mrs. GEORGE W ROBINSON.
0l2 Franklin street northeast
Meath the shadows drear and barren.
Meath the winters icy sting,
Tender violets are biding
The awakening Of spring.
Joyous life is only sleeping,
Only waiting for the day,
That will dawn in rosy brightness.
When the SHOWS shall pass away.
When the sun with gentle potence
Stealing thro' the darkened sod,
Shall unfold the hidden blossom,
Wake the slumbering thought of God.
So to every burdened spirit.
In its gloom of bitter death,
Comes at last the light returning,
Comes the touch of heavens breath,
That from out the dismal shadows
Of the wintry night of dole
Wakes with faiths ennobling power
Latent glories Of the soul
Mrs. MAGGIE D. BUCKINGHAM
Argyle. MINI.
Plant your seeds of loving kindness
In the soil prepared with care,
Moisten with the dew of patience
And the flowers will be most rare
Surely paid for all the trouble.
As you watch the plants unfold.
Leaves are years. IN budding springtime.
And We garner sheaves of gold.
VILLA B. MOORE.
Y. ". C. A.. Los Angeles Cal.
Now, when the regeneration of all ma
ture is taking place, when the melody OF |
birds delights the passerby and buds |
are issuing forth to be kissed by the rays |