Springtime on the Wasatch

SPRINGTIME ON THE WASATCH. "How beauteous upon yonder eastern mountains will be the Season's prime! What wonders there will be, what great star-dashes, what circles, what wavering belts of brilliant flowers! There will be all the bewildering variety of the Alpine flora. The yet unmelted snows, in their downward course, will lave what unseen gardens! Not a glade, not a glen, but shall know its tens of thousands. Upon those heights will come forth the flowers of myth and legend. There will grow strange western bloom, and there the wild flowers that for endless generations have been dear to the old-world heart and brain. Cooled by the crystal rills, warmed by the generous sun, the mountains will break into floral joy! Upon those heights will grow flowers the descendants of others that bloomed upon the selfsame spots, century beyond century of the past, and unseen by human eyes! ihere will be troops of forget-me-nots, ivesias, blue-bells, columbines! By the well-heads of the streams will be the shootingstar, and millions of butter-cups will carpet the uneven ground."—From The Inland Sea, by Alfred Lambonme.

/•■\rv>- ycjjvc ALFRED LAMBOURNE, Author of Plet—A Christmas Poem; Our Inland Sea —The Story of a Homestead; and The Cross— Holly and Easter Lilies. From a sketch by Mahonri M. Young.