DAISY. 7» 



Sweet are the charms in thee we find, — 

 Emblem of hope's gay wing; 

 'Tis thine to call past bloom to mind, 

 To promise future spring. 



The same. — miss mitfobd. 



Within my little garden is a flower — 



A tuft of flowers, most like a sheaf of corn. 



The lilac-blossom'd daisy that is born 



At Michaelmas, M^rought by the gentle power 



Of this sweet Autumn into one bright shower 



Of blooming beauty. Spring hath nought more fair — 



Four sister butterflies inhabit there : 



Gay, gentle creatures ! Round that odorous bower 



They weave their dance of joy the livelong day, 



Seeming to bless the sunshine; and at night 



Fold their enamel I'd wings, as if to pray. 



Home-loving pretty ones ! would that I might 



For richer gifts as cheerful tribute pay. 



So meet the rising dawn, so hail the parting ray. 



