I WILL THINK OF IT. 
WHITE DAISY. 
In the by-gone days of chivalry, when a 
lady wished to intimate to her lover that she 
was undecided whether she would accept his 
offer or not, she decorated her head with a 
frontlet of white daisies, which was under¬ 
stood to say, “ I will think of it.” 
An unknown poet has sung the daisy’s 
offering in verses so agreeable to our ears 
that we must e’en let our readers share the 
pleasure. 
Think of the flowers culled for thee, 
In vest of silvery white, 
When other flowers perchance you see, 
Not fairer, but more bright. 
Sweet roses, and carnations gay, 
Have but a summer’s reign; 
I mingle with the buds of May, 
Join drear December’s train. 
A simple unassuming flower, 
’ Mid showers and storms I bloom; 
I’ll decorate thy lady’s bower. 
And blossom on thy tomb. 
