A TREASURY OF STORIES, JINGLES AND RAYVAIES.

NOVEMBER PLUMES:

LOVE the white chrysanthemums ;
For when their time of blooming comes
I think of Fairy Princes brave,

With great snow-plumes that float and wave.

Like proud white princes, fair and bold,
They grace the gardens in the cold.
And toss along the Autumn air
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A scent of something strange and rare ;
Fit flowers for my white prince to wear!
flelen Gray Cone.

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