DAISY. 
‘9 
She needs no diadem, 
Because her golden hair 
Is so surpassing fair, 
No crown can match its lustre fine. 
She comes ! Oh birds, to hail your queen combine, 
With pipes and trills and wanderings mazy, 
Singing—all Nature loves thee, 
Queen White Daisy. 
THE DAISY AT THE DELUGE. 
BEDDOES. 
The daisy in Noah’s meadow, 
On which the foremost drop of rain fell warm 
And soft at evening; so the little flower 
Wrapped up its leaves, and shut the treacherous water 
Close to the golden welcome of its breast— 
Delighting in the touch of that which led 
The shower of oceans, in whose billowy drops 
Tritons and lions of the sea were warring. 
DAISIES. 
ELLA INGRAM. 
Daisies they live in deathless rhymes 
’Mid songs by poets given ; 
Nor blight nor winter mar their chimes, 
Merrily live for future times 
Fadeless as flower in heaven. 
