Volume 13 / Part 2 — MORNING-GLORIES.

My neighbor's morning-glories rise And flutter at her casement; My morning-glories' lovely eyes Peep just above the basement. And both our morning-glories strew With loveliness the railing, And thrust their starry faces through The vines about the paling. But when at last the thrifty sun A work-day world arouses, Hers gather up their dainty skirts And vanish in their houses. They draw their silken curtains close, There's not a soul can find them; And mine run up the school-house path, And shut the door behind them!