DAISY. 
105 
Child of the Year ! that round dost run 
Thy course, bold lover of the sun, 
And cheerful when the day’s begun 
As morning leveret,— 
Thy long-lost praise thou shalt regain ; 
Dear shalt thou be to future men 
As in old time ; — thou, not in vain. 
Art Nature’s favourite. 
The same. — w. fletcher. 
L ittle flow’r with starry brow, 
Slumb’ring in thy bed of snow 5 
Or with lightly tinged ray, 
Winter gone and storms away, 
Peeping from thy couch of green, 
With modest head and simple mien; 
How I love to see thee lie 
In thy low serenity, 
Basking in the gladsome beam; 
Or, beside some murm’ring stream, 
Gently bowing from thy nest, 
Greet the water’s silver breast. 
Or ’mid fissure of the rock, 
Hidden from the tempest’s shock, 
Vie With snowy lily’s bell— 
Queen and fairy of the dell. 
