POETEY OF FLOWEP.S. 
189 
THE DAISY AND THE STAR. 
The modest daisy on the hill, 
That drinks of morning dew its fill, 
And spreads its leaflets to the light. 
And then in quite meek repose 
Its crimson coronet doth close 
Beneath the shade of night, 
Lives calmly out its little day, 
Then fades unseen away. 
And yonder shining star, 
That dwells in Heaven afar, 
Whose trembling ray no more is seen. 
Lost in the myriads orbs of light 
That spangle o’er the veil of night, 
Than is the daisy on the green. 
Will but live out a longer day. 
Then pass unseen away. 
THE ROSE AND THE LILY. 
A LOVELY Rose and Lily growing 
In a garden, side by side. 
The Rose with love’s own radiance glowing, 
Turned and said, in beauty’s pride : 
