Though fair things be common, this moral bear in mind,
"Pick thankfully and modestly, and leave a bit behind."




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OUR GARDEN.


The winter is gone; and at first Jack and I were sad,
Because of the snow-man's melting, but now we are glad;
For the spring has come, and it's warm, and we're allowed to garden
in the afternoon;
And summer is coming, and oh, how lovely our flowers will be in June!
We are so fond of flowers, it makes us quite happy to think
Of our beds--all colours--blue, white, yellow, purple, and pink,
Scarlet, lilac, and crimson! And we're fond of sweet scents as well,
And mean to have pinks, roses, sweet peas, mignonette, clove
carnations, musk, and everything good to smell;
Lavender, rosemary, and we should like a lemon-scented verbena, and
a big myrtle tree!
And then if we could get an old "preserved-ginger" pot, and some
bay-salt, we could make _pot-pourri_.
Jack and I have a garden, though it's not so large as the big one,
you know;
But whatever can be got to grow in a garden we mean to grow.
We've got Bachelor's Buttons, and London Pride, and Old Man, and
everything that's nice: