MIDNIGHT RAMBLE 



knew the daisy as no bot- 

 anist had ever known it before him. 

 The flower is immortalized in his tender verse. 



"And ever I love it and ever like new 

 And ever I schall till that mine hart die," 



he exclaims, with the simple joyousness of a child with its daisy 

 chain, and herein has he set a worthy text for all the botanists 

 and nature students present and to come, if they would gather 

 the higher harvest of their calling. 



