CHAPTER III. 
COWSLIP— WINNING GRACE. 
I love the Cowslip, with its yellow cup; 
And there the honey-bee delights to dwell 
Athirst, still lingering for the last sweet sup 
Till daylight fade; 
Humming her merry airs o’er twilight dell 
And dewy glade. 
T. L. Merritt. 
