Jane is culling foxglove bells; For the latest summer roses." LITTLE WHITE LILY. LITTLE White Lily Sat by a stone, Till the sun shone. Little white Lily Sunshine has fed; Little white Lily Drest like a bride! Shining with whiteness, Little white Lily Little white Lily And filling it up. Mrs. Hawtrey. Little white Lily Heat cannot burn me, Little white Lily Smells very sweet: On her head sunshine, Rain at her feet. "Thanks to the sunshine, Thanks to the rain! Little white Lily Is happy again!" George Macdonald BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES. BUTTERCUPS and Daisies, Oh! the pretty flowers! While the fields are bare, Buttercups and Daisies Spring up everywhere. Little hardy flowers, Like to children poor, By their mother's door; Purple with the north wind, Fearing not, and caring not, 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! Welcome, yellow Buttercups! Visioned, a delight! Speaking to our hearts of Him LITTLE DANDELION. GAY little Dandelion Lights up the meads, Lists to the robin's note Poured from above: Wise little Dandelion Asks not for love. Mary Howitt Meek little Dandelion Till dies the amber dew Out from her hair. Fiercely and high ; Closeth her eye. Pale little Dandelion, In her white shroud, Tiny plumes fluttering Make no delay! Little winged Dandelion Soareth away. Helen B. Bostwick. THE BRAMBLE-FLOWER. THY fruit full well the school-boy knows, So put thou forth thy small white rose, Though woodbines flaunt, and roses glow Through all the fragrant bowers, Thou need'st not be ashamed to show Thy satin-threaded flowers; For dull the eye, the heart is dull, That cannot feel how fair, Amid all beauty beautiful Thy tender blossoms are. |