(To be continued.)
AMONG THE HOLLYHOCKS.
By CLARA THWAITES.
Sing among the hollyhocks,
"Summer, fare thee well!"
Ring the drooping blossoms
For a passing bell.
Droop the sunflowers, heavy discs
Totter to their fall.
Up the valley creep the mists
For a funeral pall.
Lingering roses woefully
In the cold expire.
Heap the dead and dying
For a funeral pyre.
While the gale is sighing,
While the wind makes moan,
Sigh among the hollyhocks
Of the summer flown.
"SIGH AMONG THE HOLLYHOCKS
OF THE SUMMER FLOWN."