FABLES OF FLORA. 27 
The Daisy, simple in its beauty, 
Ne’er won the maiden’s careless eye ; 
But, constant to its lowly duty, 
Was willing thus to live and die. 
A poet — one whose pulses bounded 
At every glance of Nature’s eye; 
Whose taste, by tinsel ne’er confounded, 
True beauty could at once descry — 
Saw and admired the lowly Daisy, 
In modest robe of purple drest; 
And, with an eye serene and hazy, 
He placed it fondly in his breast. 
The bright Laburnums early perished, 
And scarcely left behind a name ; 
But while the English muse is cherished, 
The Daisy lives in deathless fame. 
