Club Minutes: Horticultural Society, 1918-1925 (Horticultural Society)

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"just naturally" a horticulturalist, but every thing looked shining, and showed lot of work accomplished by the whole family. Cousin Annis beautiful display of bulbs remind me of a [poire?] by "our Edgar Guest." I really think He should be made an honorary member of the Horticultural.

TULIPS

Bulbs I planted in the fall, Covered them, and that was all; Bitter blew the wind that day As I smoothed the bed of clay, But I whispered: "In the spring This will be a lovely thing."

Then the winter came and frowned On that little patch of ground, Covered it with ice and snow; Uglier it seemed to grow, Bleak and desolate and bare As if death itself were there.

Now the sunbeams come to toil Busily above my soil, And with sculptor's blows precise Now they chip away the ice, Melt with torch the frost and snow So that every bulb may grow.

Through the black earth I can see Beauty coming back to me, Life in blossom shall unfold, Red and pink and yellow gold! Thus my tulips in the spring Prove the faith to which I cling (Copyright, 1925, Edgar A. Guest.)

Mary Reading Nichols

Sect'y.

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