The Old-Fashioned Garden by Joseph C. Lincoln

Oh, those sweet old-fashioned posies, that were mother's pride and joy, / In the sunny little garden where I wandered when a boy! / Oh, the morning-glories twining 'mongst the shining sunflowers tall, / And the clematis a-tangle in the angle of the wall! / How the mignonette's sweet blooming was perfuming all the walks, / Where the hollyhocks stood proudly with their blossom-dotted stalks; / While the old-maids' pinks were nodding groups of gossips, here and there, / And the bluebells swung so lightly in the lazy, hazy air!

Then the sleepy poppies, stooping low their drooping, drowsy heads, / And the modest young sweet-williams hiding in their shady beds! / By the edges of the hedges, where the spiders' webs were spun, / How the marigolds lay, yellow as the mellow summer sun / That made all the grass a-dapple 'neath the leafy apple tree, / Whence you heard the locust drumming and the humming of the bee; / While the soft breeze in the trellis, where the roses used to grow, / Sent the silken petals flying like a scented shower of snow!