OUR MORNING PRAYER

 WE THANK OUR GOD

 WAITING

 THAT HAPPY COMPANIONSHIP

 I WATCHED MY FLOWERS

 BEES OF HATRED

 THIS AFTERNOON

 SHE RETURNED IT

 TO MY FRIENDS

 A MAIDEN'S DREAM

 PROMISES

 IN BOASTFUL PRIDE

 IN THE STORM

FOREWORD

In the four seasons of the year there are many beautiful days as well as dismal days in life. The broken twigs and trails, as well as the good ones go to make up this world. All mark and show posterity the way out of the woods.

These poems, and many other poems written by Mrs. Beede show these things and the wonders of nature.

As only a true mother can, she has shown me these wonders. I sincerely hope that all who read her poems will appreciate them as I do and reap the benefit of the morals of her thoughtful and enjoyable poems and know as I do her love of nature and things beautiful.

Genevieve Beede Henderson

TO NEW YORK

For maid and lad New York is fairy land,

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