And now, dear reader, if you have kindly wandered
through our little garden, and viewed our humble flowers,
you will behold near some friendly trees, yet where
the bright sunshine reaches them, a bed of simple blossoms.
They are of many varied forms and hues, and of
many a different clime. Some have been brought from
the far Indies, or from America’s distant coasts; others
first raised their heads beneath the blue skies of France,
or amid the wild Highlands, while others claim the verdant
shores of the Emerald Isle.
Yet happy in their union, they bloom in sweet companionship
with our loved English flowers, seeking in
their humble manner to please the Lord of the Garden,
and blest if they can draw one sister-flower to Him; and
these, dear reader, are ourselves, the Gumley children.
Online Edition Copyright David M. Cheney, 2019.