182 FLORA AND THALIA. 



O for the April sun and shower, 



The sweet May dews of that fair land, 



Where Daisies, thick as star-light, stand 

 In every walk ! — that here might shoot 



Thy scions, and thy buds expand 

 A hundred from one root. 



Thrice welcome ! little English flower, 



To me the pledge of hope unseen ! 

 When sorrow would my soul o'erpower 



For joys that were, or might have been, 

 » I'll call to mind how fresh and green, 



I saw thee waking from the dust; 

 Then turn to Heaven, with brow serene, 



And place in God my trust ! 



J. MOJfTGOHERT. 



