flora’s album. 37 
Daisy. 
“ The Daisy never dies.” — Montgomekt. 
INNOCENCE. 
My heart grew softer as I gazed upon 
That youthful mother, as she soothed to rest, 
With a low song, her loved and cherished one, — 
The hud of promise on her gentle breast; 
Eor’t is a sight that angel ones above 
May stoop to gaze on from their bowers of bliss. 
When Innocence upon the breast of Love 
Is cradled in a sinful world like this. 
Mrs. Amelia WuLsr. 
Yet Innocence may still be seen 
In childhood’s presence. Who can gaze, 
Unmoved upon that brow, serene, 
That agile form, those witching ways. 
That playfulness of tiny mirth. 
That lively joy, — and not confess 
That Innocence, stUl found on earth. 
Doth nestle in a child’s caress. 
Wm. B. Tappan. 
