 | Illustrated poems by Mrs. L. H. Sigourney |  |
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ON TRANSPLANTING A DAISY FROM RUNIMEDE.
From the green turf of Runimede
A daisy's root I drew,
Amid whose moisten'd crown of leaves
A healthful bud crept through,
And whisper'd in its infant ear
That it might cross the sea,
A cherish'd emigrant, and find
A western home with me.
A daisy's root I drew,
Amid whose moisten'd crown of leaves
A healthful bud crept through,
And whisper'd in its infant ear
That it might cross the sea,
A cherish'd emigrant, and find
A western home with me.
Methought it shrank at first, and paled,
But when, on ocean's tide,
Strong waves and mighty icebergs frown'd,
And manly courage died,
It calmly raised a crested head
And smiled amid the storm,
As if old Magna Charta's soul
Inspired its fragile form.
But when, on ocean's tide,
Strong waves and mighty icebergs frown'd,
And manly courage died,
It calmly raised a crested head
And smiled amid the storm,
As if old Magna Charta's soul
Inspired its fragile form.
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So, where within my garden plat
I sow the choicest seed,
Amid my favorite shrubs I placed
The plant from Runimede;
And know not why it may not draw
Sweet nutriment the same,
As when within that clime from whence
Our gallant fathers came.
I sow the choicest seed,
Amid my favorite shrubs I placed
The plant from Runimede;
And know not why it may not draw
Sweet nutriment the same,
As when within that clime from whence
Our gallant fathers came.
There's liberty enough for all,
If they but use it well;
And Magna Charta's spirit burns
In e'en the lowliest cell:
And the simplest daisy may unfold,
From scorn and danger freed;
So, make yourself at home, my friend,
My flower of Runimede.
If they but use it well;
And Magna Charta's spirit burns
In e'en the lowliest cell:
And the simplest daisy may unfold,
From scorn and danger freed;
So, make yourself at home, my friend,
My flower of Runimede.
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