It is not raining rain to me, 
It’s raining Daffodils; 
In every dimpled drop I see 
Wild flowers on distant hills. 
—Loveman 
Fair Datfodils we weep to See 
You haste away so soon. 
—Herrick 
Tat A MRS. R. O. BACKHOUSE 
Now blow the Daffodils on slender stalks, 
Small keen flames that leap up in the mold 
And run along the dripping garden walks. 
—Reese . , : 
‘Tis we who be of simple mind 
And work in gardens, always find 
While bending o’er the lowly sod 
The gifts and handiwork of God. 
And narcissi, the fairest among them all, —GEM 
Who gaze on their eyes in the stream’s rec2ss, 
Till they die of their own dear loveliness. 
—Shelley 
CHEERFULNESS 
BEERSHEBA DAISY SCHAFFER 
