The Washington herald., 1910-03-20

Learn loves joyous repentant,
Yet the half-told tale is best
| At the budding. with It's end
Much too secret to be guessed,
And its faneies that attend
Aprirs passion unexpressed.
Love and nature communing
Gave us Already. Still ring,
Wales acress and groves among,
Wlstful memories echoing
Pans far-off and fiuty song
Poet. nothing harsher sing;
Be Ike love and nature. young
In the tassel time of spring.
Robert Underwood Johnson.
EVA JACKSON.
SO Third street northwest
Only a breath from the Southland,
A glimpse of a bluebird's wing,
The Eurrying rills on the snow-capped
hills,
But they herald the coming spring.
Only a violet lifting
It's tender face to the sky;
But the days grow long, and the sun is
strong.
And the summer is drawing nigh.
Only a blossom-crowned orchard,
Sweet with its perfume rare;
But the soft winds blow, and the trees
bend low
With the wealth Of the promise there.
Heralds of hope. We greet you!
Your promise is passing fair.
And our glad hearts sing for the joy
you bring
And the harbIngers everywhere.
EDITH V. BRADT.
1884 FsiTmout street.
Budding time may truly be called the
eonsecrated spirit OF hope. II is the
prophecy of happy days yet to come. II
is natures most charming chapter. The
viOlets and the May flowers are as It's
inscriptions or vignettes. II is the sea-
son Of pleasing impressions and boundless
hopes, and nature herself then seems to
open for US the book Of life at its most
beautiful pages ARTHUR LENOx.
Lock Box PA
AS little lights" are now popping out
on bare twigs and branches and the
many-colored crocuses arise from their
winters sleep We see that natures great
power-house has been going all through
the long. dreary days and nights. Can
We not at tais budding time put away
the ''winter of our S.>oe..tent" and greet
h. s-ao.r.-,-o.s4.,..
OF faith hope, and charity? Let us shell
ter these tender shoots, that they may
burst into bloom, filing our hearts with
the fragrance of kindness. Let's try to
keep our faces SO turned that there will
be sunbeam playing around, smile OF
welcome for the weary-hearted. This
little bud will burst into full bloom Of
delight when we hear the grateful one
say: You smiled upon me and thought
it was spring and my heart put forth
the flowers Of hope.''-Petrarch.
Mrs. H. B. HOLLIFTELD.
Hammond Court.
Honorable mention:
What delights US in the spring is more
a sensation than in appearance, more a
hope than any visible reality. There is
something in the sOftness of the air, In
the lengthening Of the days, in the very
sounds and doors Of springtime that
caresses US and gives US consolation
after the rigorous weeks of winter
RoSALIE B. McGRATH.
so Second street southeast.
There is a blessing in the air
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees. and the mountains |
bare,
And grass in the green field.
Love, now a universal birth,
From heart to heart Is stealing;
From earth TO man, from man to earth, |
It is the hour OF feeling.
One moment now may give us more
Than years Of tOiling reason;
Dur minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.
And from the blessed power that rolls
About. below, above
Wen frame the measure of our souls
They shall be tuned TO love.
Wordsworth.
NJ. AGNES DUNN.
ls2i Corcoran street
We look with JOY upon the rosebud be-
;ause it gives promise of the fulI-blown
'ose. and in a larger sense the season of
,ud and blossom brings gladness and
nope, because it is the season of new
ife and promise. My own soul greets
he spring as the Easter of all nature
Hail, sweet resurrection season!
rhe past is far behind US,
There are cords of love to bind US,
To the better things of life,
And natures gentle Weakening
From the sleep We thought was death
Draws US to our duty
And fills our tasks with beauty.
As soft as thy appearing
Is the word with which we greet thee;
As quiet as thy steps
Are the steps with which we meet thee.
And our hearts are open. listening,
And our voices in reverence still
70 catch more Of thy message
From flower, and bird, and rill.
MARY F. DURIsOE.
l2s Kentucky avenue southeast
The world is very rich and beautiful
nd seems TO be alone one gem Of ma
ure: but when trees blossom there is
lot simply one. but a whole collection
f gems. and of leaves they have so
many that they can throw them away to
he winds all summer long.
Budding time most plainly conveys God
4 nature, and study of It must ever
BAD to true religion. AS true optimists