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Show Lavender Leaves. The waving corn was green and gold, Tho damask rosea blown, Tha beca and busy splnnlng-wheel Kept up a drowsy drone. When Mistress Stnndlah, folding down Her linen, white as snow, JJotween II laid the lavender, Ono summer long ago. The slender spikes of grayish green, Still moist with morning dew, Itccntlcd a garden sweet with box Dejond tho ocean's blue; An i:ngllsh garden, quaint nn.l old, Sho neermoro might know; And so sho dropped n homesick tear That summer long ago. Tho ellow sheets grew worn and thin, And fell In many a shred; Homo went to bind the soldiers' wounds. And Komo to shroud the dead, And Mistress Standlih rests her soul Whcro graven their shadows throw, And lolots blossom, planted there In summers long niso. Hut still between tho royal rose And lady Illy tall Springs up tho modest '.mender lleslde tho cottngo wall. Tho spider spreads her gossnmor Across It to nnd fro Thu ghost ot linen laid to bleach Ono summer long ngo. New Unglnnd Magazine. |