THE DANDELION CHAIN.

HE green field smoothed
her velvet gown
The gifts of Spring to hold;
Spring laughed, and in her
lap threw down
A shower of guinea-gold.

The burnished dandelions
burn
Beneath the sunny sky;

But dandelion-gold will turn

To silver by and by.

 

So let us lnk a chain, to
deck,
In this gay golden hour,
Our Blossom-Baby’s rose-leaf
neck,
That’s softer than a flower:

While Blossom-Baby’s blue,
blue eyes,
As clear as skies of Spring,
Are wide with innocent. sur-
prise
To see the shining thing!

Llelen Gray Cone.