Pink spikes and white and vivid blue spikes; masses of brown and orange cups, like low-growing tulips; ranks of beautiful vetches and purple lupines; escholtzias, like immense sweeps of golden sunlight; wild sweet peas; trumpet-shaped blossoms whose name no one knew,-all flung broadcast over the face of the land, and in such Stintless quantities that it dazzled the mind to think of as it did the eyes to behold them.
"Clover"
Susan Coolidge
Dear cherished ones, thy load we now wish lighter, Since we are grown, and see thy waning years, Thy daily walks we would see fair and brighter, But ev'ry effort still augments thy cares; Affliction's hand, spares not the burdened mother, But suff'rings, long, great, are thy constant lot; Nor Stintless hand divides it with another Who'd die for thee and for thee be forgot.
"Memoirs of Mrs. Rebecca Steward"
T. G. Steward