The flowers are as gay and sweet
That bloom along my city street
As those that drink the summer rain
Along some quiet country lane.
And dew that covers them at night
Is just as crystalline and white
As dew which lacquers those asleep
In some secluded woodland keep.
And in their fragrant breath there lives
The same delight a flower gives
Which dreams beneath a country sky–
And not where traffic thunders by.
George Bancroft Duren was an editor of the Newark Evening News. This poem appeared in his 1926 collection Earthbound.