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Show RED CERANIUMS. All the summer flower are gone, Roues sweet, yes everyone ; None arj left to (jrifet mu nuw Ttut the red geranium. On my win low sill It blooms, Lighting up my cheerless rooms; Fur Iturriiii.-on los like lire Standing ".ilnst night's tfatln ring gloom F.ver bright tlio' the day bo lira ir. Emblem of heart faith and i hi-er. Bravely hloumliiR In tile cold, Blountlug briKht, In ull eiso U aura. Many llt'le blooms It takes One perlect Dower ot It kind to make, Though e;'h Is benutlfal alone, But Incomplete if only one we take. Our lives are sometimes like this flower. Called to bloom where darkest shadows lower. And tho' f'-h p.ira action Is Leautiful Mlne. It takes th in ail to tlnlsti life's irrand hour. - Modeste 11. JurJc.u. |