“Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green…”
“Along the lines of smoky hills…”
“I went to turn the grass once…”
“I’m going out to clean the pasture spring…”
“Broad gold, the evening colors glow…”
Wee, modest crimson-tipped flow’r, thou’s met me in an evil hour;
the gentlest mother, impatient of no child…
“Dear March, come in! How glad I am!