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:
You say, “Be pretty as you will,
Yet modesty is lovelier still.—
“Forget me not:” no, lovely flow’r,
I’ll think on thee for many an hour:
If I could paint, I’d copy thee;
Then thou wouldst long remember’d be.