38 April. 
The calm and Heaven-enkindled eye, 
The faith that mounts on ardent wing, 
That looks beyond the o’er-arching sky 
To Heaven’s undimmed and golden spring. 
Anon. 
THE SOLITARY MOUNTAIN DAISY. 
On turning it down with the Plough. 
Wee, modest, crimson-tipp&d flow’r, 
Thou’s met me in an evil hour, 
For I maun crush amang the stoure 
Thy slender stem ; 
To spare thee now is past my pow’r, 
Thou bonnie gem ! 
Alas ! it’s no thy neebor sweet, 
The bonnie lark, companion meet! 
Bending thee ’mang the dewy weet, 
Wi' spreckled breast ! 
When upward^springing, blythe, to greet 
The purpling East. 
Cauld blew the bitter, biting North 
Upon thy early, humble birth, 
Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth 
Amid the storm,— 
Scarce reared above the parent earth 
Thy tender form. 
