THE winds have breathed it to the waiting pines, The pines have whispered it to dale and moor, The sea has sung it to the listening shore No tiny twig, no rootlet but divines The coming of the Spring. In air, in earth What wonders now are wrought Had we the ear What rapturous rehearsal might-we hear Of Natures symphony of growth and birth But soon the joy, no more to be suppressed, Will burst in bloom, a floral melody, Set to the music of the April rain And thou, Corema, Springtimes welcome guest, First note of color in the harmony, Wilt fleck with crimson all the cold, gray plain. MARCH. ZVILD-FL 0 ZVER SO VNE TS . HEPATICA. BRAVE, blue-eyed herald of the tardy Spring, Who, while thy laggard followers still sleep, Courageously thy steadfast watch dost keep, Glad tidings of her first approach to bring, - . I wonder thy sweet patience never fails, Though wintry snows lie deep on field and hill, And from the sea the bitter blast blows chill, I That no weak doubt thy trusting heart assalls. I marvel at thy subtile chemistry, Which can from the cold earth such faith distil, And from gray skies such azure as doth fill Thy gentle, upturned eyes. Oh, lesson me, Fair sage Courage and hope I d learn of thee, And faith that fails not in adversity. BLOOD-ROOT. HEN mid tlie budding elms the bluebird flits, W As if a bit of sky had taken wings When cheerily the first brave robin sings, While timid April smiles and weeps by fits, - Then dainty Blood-Root dons her pale-green wrap, And ventures forth in some warm, sheltered nook, To sit and listen to the gurgling brook, And rouse herself from her long winter nap...