38 DROPS FROM FLORA’S CUP. 
THE GARDEN DAISY. 
LEYDEN. 
Star of the mead! sweet daughter of the day,-;’' 
Whose opening flower invites the morning ray, l*- 
From thy moist cheek, and bosom’s chilly fold, 
To him the tears of eve, the dewdrops-cold !;/ 
Sweet daisy, flower of love ! when birds'are paired, 
’T is sweet to see thee, with thy bosom bared, 
Smiling, in virgin innocence, serene, 
Thy pearly crown above thy vest of green. 
The lark, with sparkling eye, and rustling ^ing, 
Rejoins his widowed mate in early spring, 
And as she prunes his plumes of russet hue, ... 
Swears, on thy maiden blossom, to be true.' 
Oft have I watched thy closing buds, at eve, 
Which for the parting sunbeams seemed to grieve, 
And, when gay morning gilt the dew-bright plain, 
See them unclasp their folded leaves agaii); 
Nor he who sung — ‘ the daisy is so sweet’ 
More dearly loved thy pearly form to greet; 
When on his scarf the knight the daisy bound, 
And dames at tourneys shone, with daisies 
crowned, 
And fays forsook the purer fields above, 
To hail the daisy, flower of faithful love. 
