MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 



TO A MOUNTAIN, DAISY. 

 ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH. 



Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 

 Thou'st met me in an evil hour ; 

 For I maun crush amang the stoure 



Thy slender stem ; 

 To spare thee now is past my pow'r. 



Thou bonnie gem. 



Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, 

 The bonnie lark, companion meet ! 

 Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! 



Wi' speckled breast, 

 When upward-springing, blythe to greet 



The purpling east. 



