A DAY. 



In the morning tlie path by the river 



Sent me a messenger bird, — 

 "I'm all by myself and lonely, 



Come," as I waked I heard. 



I walked the path by the water, 



Till a daisy spoke and said, 

 "I am so tired of shining; 



Why don't you pat my head?" 



So I kissed and fondled the daisy, 



Till the clover upon the lea 

 Said, 'Tt is time for eating, 



Spread your luncheon on me." 



But first I went to the orchard, 



And gathered the fruit that hung. 

 Before I answered the green-sward, . 



Where the clovery grasses swung. 



Then the rocks on the hill-side called me. 



And the flowers beside the way, 

 And I talked with the oaks and maples 



Till Night was threatening Day. 



Then I knelt at the foot of the sunset, 



And laid thereon my prayer. 

 And the angels, star-crowned, hurried 



To carry it up the stair. 



And this was the plea I put there : 



Make me so pure and good 

 That I shall be worthy the friendship 



Of river, and field, and wood. 



Lucia Belle Cook. 



