DAISY. 
107 
Methinks that there abides in thee 
Some concord with humanity. 
Given to no other Flower I see 
The forest thorough! 
And wherefore 1 Man is soon deprest; 
A thoughtless Thing! who, once unblest, 
Does little on his memory rest, 
Or on his reason; 
But thou would’st teach him how to find 
A shelter under every wind, 
A hope for times that are unkind 
And every season. 
THE DAISY IN INDIA. 
MONTGOMERY. 
Supposed to be addressed by the Rev. Dr. Carey, 
one of the Baptist Missionaries at Serampore, to 
the first plant of this kind, which sprung up unex¬ 
pectedly in his garden, out of some English earth, 
in which other seeds had been conveyed to him 
from this country. With great care and nursing, the 
Doctor has been enabled to perpetuate the Daisy in 
India, as an annual only, raised by seed preserved 
from season to season. 
TrmrcE welcome, little English flower! 
My mother-country’s white and red, 
In rose or lily, till this hour, 
Never to me such beauty spread : 
Transplanted from thine island-bed, 
