POETRY
... P OET RY. WILD FLOWERS. BY ANNE PRATT. Why is it that I love the flowers That grow in woods, and lanes, and fields, Better than all the glowing ones The richly-cultured garden yields? Why is it that the daisy has A charm for me all flowers above, Or why the hawthorn's fragrant breath More than the myrtle's do I love? The cuckoo-flower and hyacinth- These blossoms of each woodland wild, The ...