140 I PARTAKE YOUR SENTIMENTS. 
partake warmly of the sentiments of that 
learned Baptist missionary, Dr. Carey, when 
he composed those beautiful lines, entitled 
“The Daisy in India,” and which we here 
present to the reader, as they must awaken a 
kindred feeling in every heart where sensi¬ 
bility is not entirely extinguished ? Dr. Ca¬ 
rey had expressed, in a letter to a botanical 
friend in England, the pleasure he felt on ob¬ 
serving a daisy spring up, unexpectedly, in 
his garden at Serampore, where he was sta¬ 
tioned on his important duty. It had been 
borne over the waters in some English earth, 
in which other seeds were conveyed; and 
now in another clime it opened its “ crim¬ 
son tipped flower” to the warm air of the 
east; we can conceive the welcome sur¬ 
prise with which the little flower was greeted! 
Aye! 
Thrice welcome, little English flower ! 
Thy mother country’s white and red, 
In rose or lily, till this hour, 
Never to me such beauty spread : 
Transplanted from thine island-bed, 
A treasure in a grain of earth, 
Strange as a spirit from the dead, 
Thine embryo sprang to birth. 
Thrice welcome, little English flower! 
Whose tribes beneath our natal skies 
Shut close their leaves while vapours lower; 
But when the sun’s gay beams arise, 
