96 
DAISY. 
TO A DAISY, BLOOMING IN THE 
DEPTH OF WINTER. 
MILLIIOUSE. 
Too forward Beauty! was it wisely done. 
Thus premature to throw thy virgin charms 
Into decrepid January’s arms? 
A tardy wooer he ; for, lo ! his sun 
With grudging aspect gives a feeble ray. 
Soon will the circle of thy joys be run ; 
Thy spring shall finish ere ’tis well begun, 
Nor ever greet the nuptial tribes of May. 
E’en while thou dost unfold thy bosom gay, 
I hear the tempest muttering in the north ; 
The breezes, keener-edged, are coming fortli ; 
And how shalt thou withstand the icy fray ? 
Sweet floret! while thy fate I thus bemoan, 
Gloomy anticipation paints my own. 
THE DAISY. 
ON finding one in full bloom on 
CHRISTMAS DAY. 
MONTGOMERY. 
There is a flower, a little flower. 
With silver crest and golden eye, 
That welcomes every changing hour. 
And weathers every sky. 
