64 LANGUAGE AND 
“Pansies, lilies, kingeups, daisies, 
Let them live upon their praises ; 
Long as there’s a sun that sets, 
Primroses will have their glory ; 
Long as there are violets, 
They will have a place in story. 
There’s a flower that shall be mine, 
’Tis the little celandine, 
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“ Ill befall the yellow flowers, 
Children of the flaring hours! 
Buttercups that will be seen, 
Whether we will see or no; 
Others, too, of lofty mien; 
They have done as worldlings do, 
Taken praise that should be thine ! 
Little humble celandine! 
“Ere a leaf is on the bush, 
In the time before the thrush 
Has a thought about its nest, 
Thou wilt come with half a call, 
Spreading out thy glossy breast 
Like a careless prodigal; 
Telling tales about the sun, 
When we’ve little warmth or none.” 
