288 THE VICARAGE. 



Faire Daffodills, we weep to see 

 You haste away so soone ; 

 As yet the early rising sun 

 Has not attain'd his noone : 

 Stay, stay, 



Untill the hast'ning day 

 Has run 



But to the even-song ; 

 And, having pray'd together, we 



Will goe with you along ! 



We have short time to stay as you : 

 We have as short a spring, 

 As quick a growth to meet decay, 

 As you, or any thing : 

 We die, 



As your hours doe ; and drie 

 Away 



Like to the summer's raine, 

 Or as the pearles of morning dew, 



Ne'er to be found again.* 



Lucy sang this song, which had been set to 

 music for her by a neighbouring clergyman, with 

 great good taste and feeling, and was rewarded by 

 a grateful look from her father. 



"I love the daifodil/' said the Vicar; "it is 

 amongst the earliest of our spring flowers, and al- 

 most seems to have been created to embellish a 

 poor man's garden, and to decorate his little or- 

 chard ; for it is there, I always think, it appears 



* HERRICK. 



