fables of flora. 
In short, the daisy is the general favorite of all 
British poets; and vve recently saw it stated, that 
an American gentleman, one of their admirers, 
on being presented to the daisy in its native soil’ 
reverently bent his knee, and kissed it. Burns 
has given us its language in these two lines — 
* The Daisy’s for simplicity, 
And unaffected air.’ 
FABLE VII. 
The Daisy and the Laburnum. 
’T was April. In the green, moist meadows, 
The Cowslips spread their golden shields; 
And light clouds flung their showers and shadows 
Upon the broad old English fields. 
Amid a tuft of vernal grasses, 
A Daisy reared its modest head; 
While high above, in golden masses, 
The bright Laburnum flowers were spread. 
A maiden, in her morning rambles, 
Was wont beside this bank to rest, 
And, interwreathed with fragrant brambles, 
To place Laburnums in her breast. 
