A Little Girl to her Flowers in Verse. Unknown

      This little Daisy we all love,

      Because it seems to say,

      “I’m come to tell good girls and boys,

      That Winter’s gone away.”

      There is another flower, too,

      I dearly love to see;

      The little Snowdrop, peeping through

      The frozen ground at me.

      This is a pretty Primrose,

      In shady lanes it grows;

      And early in the pleasant spring,

      In gardens too it blows.

      Here is a formal Daffodil,

      Though common, yet a favourite still;

      It seems such joyous news to bring,

      As harbinger of pleasant Spring.

      Oh, beauteous, little May-blossom,

      I am rejoiced that you are come,

      To smile upon us once again,

      After the winter’s snow and rain.

      How I do love the Violet!

      Of all the flow’rs it is my pet;

      How snug it hides its little head

      In the green leaves of its low bed.

      Lowly Lily of the Vale,

      To me you tell a useful tale: