Purple with the north wind, 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! - Mary Howitt. LITTLE DANDELION. GAY little Dandelion Lights up the meads, Swings on her slender foot, Telleth her beads, Lists to the robin's note Poured from above: Wise little Dandelion Asks not for love. Meek little Dandelion Till dies the amber dew Out from her hair. Faint little Dandelion Pale little Dandelion, In her white shroud, Call from the cloud! Tiny plumes fluttering Little winged Dandelion 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. |