Agricultural And Domestic

Wild Rose. On long, serene midsummer dayB Of ripcning fruit and yellowed gram, How swefitly, by diin woodlaud ways, In tan,g!ed hedge or leafy lane, Fair wild rose thickete, you unfold Thoae pale pink stare with heartB of gold ! Your sleek patrician Bistere dweil Ou lawns wbere gleams the shrub's trim boek, In terraced gar&ens, tended Tvellf Near pebbled walk and quiiint kiosk, In costlieet urna their colors reRt j They beam on beauty 'b f ragrant breast ! Bnt yon ín lowly calin abide, Scarce heeded save by brcezo or bec ; Yon know what splendor, poHip and prido Fnll oft your brilliant waters see ; What sorrow, too, and bitter f ears ; Wliat raad farcwclls and hoieleB8 tears ! How Borne aro kopt in old, dear booke, That once in bridal wreaths were worn ; How gome are kiesedj with tender looke, And later tossed añide with öeofh j How eome their taintlees petalu lay On icy foreheads palc aa they ! So, while these truths you vaguoly guess, Abloom in many a lonesonie spot, Shy roadside roses, may you bless Ihe f ato that rules your modest lot, Like rustic maids that nieely stand Below the ladies of their land !