 | Birds and flowers and other country things |  |
129
BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES.
Buttercups and Daisies—
Oh the pretty flowers,
Coming ere the spring time
To tell of sunny hours.
While the trees are leafless;
While the fields are bare,
Buttercups and Daisies
Spring up here and there.
Oh the pretty flowers,
Coming ere the spring time
To tell of sunny hours.
While the trees are leafless;
While the fields are bare,
Buttercups and Daisies
Spring up here and there.
Ere the snow-drop peepeth;
Ere the crocus bold;
Ere the early primrose
Opes its paly gold,
Somewhere on a sunny bank
Buttercups are bright;
Somewhere 'mong the frozen grass
Peeps the Daisy white.
Ere the crocus bold;
Ere the early primrose
Opes its paly gold,
130
Buttercups are bright;
Somewhere 'mong the frozen grass
Peeps the Daisy white.
Little hardy flowers
Like to children poor,
Playing in their sturdy health
By their mother's door:
Purple with the north-wind
Yet alert and bold,
Fearing not and caring not,
Though they be a-cold!
Like to children poor,
Playing in their sturdy health
By their mother's door:
Purple with the north-wind
Yet alert and bold,
Fearing not and caring not,
Though they be a-cold!
What to them is weather!
What are stormy showers!
Buttercups and daisies
Are these human flowers!
He who gave them hardship
And a life of care,
Gave them likewise hardy strength,
And patient hearts, to bear.
What are stormy showers!
Buttercups and daisies
Are these human flowers!
He who gave them hardship
And a life of care,
Gave them likewise hardy strength,
And patient hearts, to bear.
131
Welcome yellow buttercups,
Welcome daisies white,
Ye are in my spirit
Visioned, a delight!
Coming ere the spring-time
Of sunny hours to tell—
Speaking to our hearts of Him
Who doeth all things well.
Welcome daisies white,
Ye are in my spirit
Visioned, a delight!
Coming ere the spring-time
Of sunny hours to tell—
Speaking to our hearts of Him
Who doeth all things well.
| Birds and flowers and other country things | |