258 The Daisy. 



nitely preferable to that of box for such situations ; but an edging 

 of any description shows a want of taste in the planter, and if 

 these flowers are placed in patches of twenty or forty plants on a 

 spot about three inches apart, they give a most delightful effect, 

 either in the foreground of the shrubbery or the flower garden. 

 The varieties should be kept in distinct situations, and their colors 

 so contrived as to be made subservient to other flowers, as by 

 planting the red or scarlet variety near clumps of the snowdrop 

 or other white blossoms. The white Daisy in the neighborhood 

 of yellow crocuses or blue flowers, and the striped and variegated 

 kinds are seen to most advantage when surrounded only by the 

 green foliage of flowers that blossom at a later season. The 

 varieties of the double Daisy are not confined to its different 

 colors, as some of them, instead of being composed of flat petals, 

 are entirely formed of a mass of fistular florets or little pipes; 

 these are distinguished as quilled Daisies. The most singular 

 variety is the Proliferous Daisy, commonly called the Hen and 

 Chicken Daisy, because the flower is sui rounded by a number 

 of smaller flowers, which are produced from the sides of the 

 principal flower, out of one and the same calyx. They appear 

 like satellites revolving round a noble star, presenting a beautiful 

 appearance. 



Art thou waken'd already and decking the green 1 

 IIow transient and light has thy winter sleep been! 

 But thou art not of them which shrink back in dismay, 

 If the season be adverse, or darkling the clay. 



As the lark amongst birds when it chants its blithe strain, 

 As the lamb when it sports 'mid the flocks of the plain, 

 Such art thou amongst flowers, the blithest of all, 

 On which sunbeams are shining, or dewdrops do fall. 



Give the rosebud to Beauty ; for Innocence fair 

 Let the lily a chaplet like snow-wreath prepare; 

 But though beauty and innocence both meet in thee, 

 Sweet Cheerfulness claims thee her emblem to be. 



How joy'd I to greet thee in childhood's gay hours, 

 When I wandered light-hearted in search of spring flowers . 

 Though the violet and primrose I own'd were more rare, 

 Yet the garland ne'er pleased me till thou didst bloom there 



That season of brightness has fled long ago, 

 And Sorrow her finger has pass'd o'er my brow; 

 Yet I never now meet thee in spring's balmy hour, 

 But thou seem'st for one moment those days to restore. 



