| Show THE SONG OF FLEETING LOVE love I has win wiep as light as a bird guileless he bo looks as a dove of wrong whatever his song bo be it brief or long bonz it still gaill has bas this tor for an over OTer word ord love has wings though today the truant may mav stay though he bo hooes and sues and sings only sorrow to malat ho he brings rout pout him and flout him laugh win him awny away lovo love has wings hold your pulses calm unstirred stirred ua cal calm m and cool as it n woodland pool let not t his song your heal t befool list through it all for or the word love has wings aleco williams brotherton in the century IN A FLORIDA SWAMP overshadowed by a forest of blossoms lit in the low branches soon the forest closed in on both sides of the narrowing creek the banks on cither side were but three or four inches avro above water and wo we could look far into the dark woods over a dead level covered with luxuriant vegetation some fresh some old ferns of many varieties sometimes blocked tile view with their fronds now and then there were patches of soil in the deep shadow where nothing grew except the white at iwasco lily scores of this starry flower lit up these somber places the creek grew more narrow and winding the trees met overhead and we bent our heads beads low to pass under the branches stretching up tip our fiands occasionally casio nally to break off twi twigs s loaded with blossoms so on oil for I 1 know not how long a distance till fill the boat could go no farther and dewent we went ashore and loaded ourselves with flowers A catalogue of them ithem would bo be too long do you ever experience the ho delight which ia caused by meeting a familiar homo home flower among strange blossoms up here the air was fil filled ledwith a fra fragrance ar ance which was easily traced to tile small whito white bloom of our partridge berry beriy much more fragrant in florida thawn than in new england perhaps the most striking feature of this spot is that after you have emerged from the bottom land and ascended on the dry soil beside the swamp you find yourself in a small forest of the sparkle berry a treo tree which for beauty lias has hardly a rival tho the blossoms which are small and white liang hang by the million on slender stems looking Io oking up at them you are bewildered with their beauty and lavish abundance day is is not long anoli enough h to satisfy one who once gets into tile tho heart of a florida swamp in ill april there are countless plants in blossom and marly many more whose strange and unknown foliage leads you towo to vonder rider what their blossom will be among these the sunshine drops through openings in the trees with dazzling effects eli acts great butterflies butterfuss butter fUes flitting through the shadows seem of strange and somber color liko like huge buge night moths and it is only when they cross ono of the streaks of sunlight that you your old friends burmis or alv or pali medes or ajax ajax more inore frequently puzzles you ills his silvery gray wings assume all manner of tints in various various lights snakes es do you ask ash yes many and mighty so long as you are in the boat I 1 you nied need have no care tor for them but when wandering about swamps you may as well keep a sharp lookout you will not find them however in cool weather or cloudy days we saw a few the colored folk seem to inherit a condensed portion of the human enmity to tile serpent whenever one sees bees a snake lie is is possessed with a desire to exterminate him As we rowed slowly down the rh er we sa saw liere here and there a ince moccasin casin hanging on oil d branch i in the sunshine and my boatman always wanted to stop and kw kill him and I 1 always consented r lorida florida cor now york journal of commerce |
