180 FLORA AND THALIA. 



Yet is not life, in its real flight, 



Marked thus — even thus — on earth, 



By the closing of one hope's delight, 

 And another's gentle birth ] 



Oh ! let us live so, that flower by flower. 



Shutting in turn, may leave 

 A lingerer still, for the sun-set hour, 



A charm for the shaded eve. 



MRS. HEMAXS. 



THE DAISY IN INDIA. 



Dr. Caret having deposited, in his garden at 

 Serampore, the earth in which a number of English 

 seeds had been conveyed to him from his native land, 

 was agreeably surprised by the appearance, in due 

 time, of this " wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower." 

 This circumstance, being stated by the Doctor in a 

 letter to a friend, suggested the following lines : — 



Thrice welcome ! little English flower ! 



My mother country's, white and red, 

 In rose or lily, to this hour, 



Never to me such beauty spread — 

 Transplanted from thine island-bed, 



A treasure in a grain of earth ; 

 Strange as a spirit from the dead, 



Thine embryo sprang to birth. 



