THE THE DAISY. HE daisy is the meekest flower To wind and rain, and footsteps rude, In spring it dots the green with white, And so it is a favorite flower, Before the stars are in the sky, So children when they go to bed And place themselves and all they love, - Selected. WAKE UP, LITTLE DAISY. WAK AKE up, little Daisy, the summer is nigh, The snow-drop and crocus are never so slow, I tease pleasant sunshine to rest on your head, To see your little face, but you're still fast asleep. And hasten to grow. Mother often tells me, if I would be wise, And hasten to grow. Listen, little Daisy, I'll tell you what's said, The lark thinks you're lazy, and love your warm bed, Your bright little eyes softly winking at me. - Selected. THE THE DAISY. HERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. It smiles upon the lap of May, To sultry August spreads its charm, 'Tis Flora's page, in every place, On waste and woodland, rock and plain, The Rose has but a summer reign: The Daisy never dies. -James Montgomery HE DANDELION. E is a roguish little elf, Who tramps about in doublet green He peeps among the grasses, Within the churchyard he is seen, O'er some still form there sleeping; And children shout in laughing glee At eve he dons his nightgown green, At morn, he spreads his yellow skirts A roguish wanton sweeting; - Kate L. Brown. DANDELION. "HERE'S a dandy little fellow, In yellow with an overcoat of green; He wanders o'er the hillside, down the road; The gypsy fireflies camp; His companions are the wood lark and the toad But at last this little fellow Doffs his dainty coat of yellow, And very feebly totters o'er the green; For he very old is growing And with hair all white and flowing, Older growing, white hair flowing, - Nellie M. Garabrant. |