The
Public Garden is abloom,
With flowers rich and fair;
And
everywhere a deep perfume,
Pervades the summer air.
But
as I watch the Boston birds
About the garden swarm.
With
tinted cheeks and flowered heads,
I
think the fairest posy beds
Are those in human form.
May
28, 1895
Pub.
in
Boston
Courier
June 9,
‘95
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