PENDLETON BOULEVARDS. The golden sun of summer was sinking in the west, The boulevards of Pendleton add beauty to our home, When death o ertakes the youngest, these paths will be the same, I'm proud of all the ladies who planted here the trees, Though they were clad in costumes too rich for some to please; I'm proud of him who nobly bestowed on us the beech, I'm thankful to the donors of seats near Noyes' flowers, I'm proud of Mr. Langworthy, whose name can here be seen His name, with that of Brotherton, will ever have renown. Of those who gave the pictures of pretty trees and flowers And let us hope that others may follow in the way THE ROSE. The rose is queen of Flora's flowery home, In olden days the King of Israel said, "Crown us with rosebuds ere their beauty's fled; Come, bring the choicest of the roses hither, And crown us with them ere they droop and wither!" The wise man's temple was with riches filled, The wondrous minds of men of ancient days In Flora's bowers, oh! may it e'er be seen, T. C. For le, the winter is past, The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singinging of birds is come |