All unsought to greet us, Come the sweet field flowers. Field flowers, sweet field flowers, Only those who love them, Know the joy they bring. - Selected. ALMOST TIME. LMOST time for the pretty white daisies The ferns and the flowers, the roses and all, To gladden our hearts at the spring's first call. Almost time for the skies to grow bluer, And breezes to soften, and days to grow long; Almost time for the sweetest of seasons; And soon the smile of the beautiful springtime - Selected. 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, In God's protecting care. WAKE UP, LITTLE DAISY. WA WAKE 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. DANDELION. HEA gay audacious fellow, 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; |