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Show Lavender Leaves. Tho waving corn was green and gold, The damask roaes blown. The bees and busy iplnnlng-wheel Kept up a drowsy drone. When Mlatreaa Standlah, folding down Her linen, white ns snow, Between It laid the lavender, One summer lone ago. The slender (pikes of grayish green. Still moist with morning dew, Recalled a garden sweet with box lleyond t'no ocean's blue; An Kngllsh garden, quaint and old. She neve.-more might know; And bo she S-opped a homesick tear That summer long ago. The yellow sheets grow worn and thin, And fell In many a ahrcd; Soma went to bind the soldiers' wounds, And some to shroud the dead, And Mistress Standlah rests her soul Where graves their shadows throw, And violets blosaom, planted there In summers long ono. Hut still between tho royal rose And lady Illy tall Springs up the modest lavender Deslde the cottage wall. Tho spider spreads her gossamer Acroas It to and fro Tho ghost of linen laid to bleach One summer long ago. New England Magazine. |