C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • Pure and perfect, sweet arbutus
  • Twines her rosy-tinted wreath.
  • Elaine Goodale.

  • Now the tender, sweet arbutus,
  • Trails her blossom-clustered vines,
  • And the many-fingered cinquefoil
  • In the shadow hollow twines.
  • Dora Read Goodale.

  • Darlings of the forest!
  • Blossoming alone
  • When Earth’s grief is sorest
  • For her jewels gone—
  • Ere the last snow-drift melts your tender buds have blown.
  • Rose T. Cooke.