FLORA AND THALIA. 175 



A simple unassuming flower, 



'Mid showers and storms I bloom ; 



I'll decorate thy lady's bower, 

 And blossom on thy tomb. 



FIELD FLOWERS. 



Ye field flowers ! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true, 

 Yet, wildlings of nature, I dote upon you ; 



For ye waft me to summers of old, 

 When the earth teemed around me with fairy delight, 

 And when daisies and buttercups gladdened my sight. 



Like treasures of silver and gold. 



I love you for lulling me back into dreams. 



Of the blue Highland mountains and echoing streams. 



And of broken blades breathing their balm ; 

 While the deer was seen glancing in sunshine remote, 

 And the deep mellow crush of the wood-pigeon's note 



Made music that sweetened the calm. 



Not a pastoral song has a pleasanter tune 

 Than ye speak to my heart, little wildlings of June ; 

 Of old ruinous castles ye tell ; 



