Part 1 — TO OUR EDITOR.
Reading edition
From his "Garden of Girls."
Dear friend, you will find in your "garden of girls" That not "rosebuds" alone may be seen, There the blue-bell of Scotland her petals unfurls, And the shamrock her trefoil of green. And when through your garden in spirit you roam, While the sun in the West slowly pales, Soft music will steal on your ear from the home Of the murmuring wind-harp of Wales. And the song of the harp is the voice of the flowers In grateful devotion expressed, For a thousand weeks spent to provide them with hours With mirth, joy and happiness blest.