Garden Poems from 1899, Part II
Turning once again to the quaint, charming pages of my 1899 Park's Floral Magazine, I bring you this little poem about flowers and their powers:
A Floral Gift
A dainty breath of Heliotrope,
A breath of Roses sweet,
And lo! old winter's barren slope
Drops flowers my soul to greet,
And weary mind and aching head
Quiets beneath their spell;
Dear flowers! with chilly skies o'erhead,
Only of Heaven ye tell.
Lilla M. Cushman, Boston 1899
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