FLOWERS. 85 



Burns and Wordsworth sliare the daisy ; 

 And so with a thousand others : 

 When we gaze upon the flower 

 Then we think upon the poet, 

 And, with recompense poetic, 

 Worthy names are thus remembered. 



See the tottering infant pulUng 

 Scented cowslips in the meadow. 

 Or the graceful drooping bluebells, 

 Or the gay and glowing kingcups, 

 Plucking in mere admiration, 

 Haply the mere love of ha^dng, 

 Irresistibly attracted 

 By their lavish wealth of beauty, 

 Thus unwittingly evincing, 

 In first infancy evincing. 

 Love of beautiful creations. 

 And thus simple homage paying. 

 Truthful infant homage paying, 

 To the Maker of the flowers : 

 Purest sentiment, Godgiven. 



But not thus alone in childhood ; 

 For the simplehearted maiden 

 Doats upon the various flowers 

 Brought to blossom by her training, 

 Doats upon the opening rosebud, 

 Type of her maturing beauty ; 



