HARVARD CONSERVATORY

When cloud-covered heavens are dismal and

dreary,

Dreary the city below

And alien hearts are all homesick and weary,

Weary of thawing and snow.

How soothing to wander amid these warm bowers, Bowers where summer scents roam,

How dear is this haunt of the lost summer flowers, Flowers that blossomed at home!

THE STATUE OF THE MINUTE MAN

The silent guarding trees alone surround
The sacred spot;

The growing village nears the holy ground-
And enters not.

There is no inharmonious sign to tell
Of modern ways,

No jarring note to break the gentle spell
Of ancient days.

But there beneath the skies that arch above His solitude

Still stands the witness of a nation's love

And gratitude.

FIFTH AVENUE

So safe behind the shielding glass,
The laughing daffodils beguile
Long glances from the crowds that pass,
And little pansies smile,

While primrose pink and iris blue

And sweet mimosa beckon you, Although the parks are bare and brown, It's springtime on the avenue.

The merry morning sunbeams stream
On brim of straw and flowered crown,
And in the window yonder, gleam
White parasol, and filmy gown,

While with his globes red, green and blue,
The swart balloon man strides in view,
Although the parks are bare and brown,
It's springtime on the avenue.

BOYLSTON STREET

The Old South spire is purple
On a heaven of flaming gold,

For the sun has sunk in the Fenway mist
And the river wind blows cold.

The paths of the common grow crowded, With shoppers hurrying home;

And the shadow crawls

Up the old brick walls

Till it reaches the State House Dome.

WESTMINSTER CHIMES

One more hour dies,

We toll its knell,

The next one flies

Oh! use it well!