OR, LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 223 
As a token of beauty when sunlight departs 
To cheer and enliven our desolate hearts; 
So, even in sorrow some gladness may bloom, 
To make holy the pathway that leads to the tomb. 
J. S. Hibbekd. 
cf, “From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, 
(6 Ten thousand little loves and graces spring % 
To revel in the roses.” 
TO A DAISY. 
On finding one in bloom on Christmas-Bay. 
This flower, the first prize of childhood, and 
afterwards not less dear from the associations con¬ 
nected with it, is in blow during almost all the 
year, and in most parts of Europe. Its rich disk 
of gold, and white rays beautifully tinged with 
crimson, merit the name of Eye of Day; and it al¬ 
ways closes before night, and at the approach of 
rainy weather. 
There is a flower, a little flower, 
With silver crest and golden eye 
That welcomes every changing hour, 
And weathers every sky. 
The prouder beauties of the field 
In gay but quick succession shine, 
