THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 99 
TO A DAISY. 
AY WORDSWORTH. 
Buieur flower, whose home is every where . 
A pilgrim bold in Nature’s care, 
And oft, the long year through, the heir 
Of joy or sorrow ; 
Methinks that there abides in the 
Some concord with humanity, 
Given to no other flower I see 
The forest through ! 
And wherefort ? Man is soon deprest ; 
A thoughtless thing who, once unblest, 
Does little on his memory rest, 
Or on his reason: 
But thou wouldst teach him how to fing 
A shelter under every wind ; 
A hope for times that are un 
And every se 





