There's Nothing Like the Rose The lily has an air, And the snowdrop a grace, And the sweet-pea a way, And the heart's-ease a face,— Yet there's nothing like the rose When she blows. Christina G. Rossetti. Snowdrops Little ladies, white and green, You are sweet, and fresh, and clean, In the dark earth where you've been, Yet you come again, serene, When the leaves are hidden; Bringing joy from where you've been, You return unbidden Little ladies, white and green, Are you glad to cheer us? Hunger not for where you've been, Laurence Alma Tadema. Fern Song Dance to the beat of the rain, little Fern, And spread out your palms again, And say, 66 Tho' the sun Hath my vesture spun, He had laboured, alas, in vain, But for the shade That the Cloud hath made, And the gift of the Dew and the Rain,” Then laugh and upturn All your fronds, little Fern, And rejoice in the beat of the rain ! John B. Tabb. The Violet Down in a green and shady bed Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, And yet it was a lovely flower, Its color bright and fair; It might have graced a rosy bower Yet there it was content to bloom, And there diffused its sweet perfume Then let me to the valley go, Jane Taylor. Daffy-Down-Dilly Daffy-down-dilly Came up in the cold, Through the brown mould, Although the March breezes Blew keen on her face, Although the white snow Lay on many a place. Daffy-down-dilly Had heard under ground, The sweet rushing sound Of the streams, as they broke From their white winter chains Of the whistling spring winds Through the hard frozen ground, Quite up to the surface, And then she looked round. There was snow all about her, The trees all looked dead: Then how do you think Poor Daffy-down felt, When the sun would not shine, “Cold weather!' thought Daffy, Still working away; "The earth's hard to-day! There's but a half inch Of my leaves to be seen, And two thirds of that Is more yellow than green. "I can't do much yet; But I'll do what I can: It's well I began! For, unless I can manage To lift up my head, The people will think That the Spring herself's deal" So. little by little, She brought her leaves out, All clustered about; And then her bright flowers Began to unfold, Till Daffy stood robed In her spring green and gold. O Daffy-down-dilly, So brave and so true! So ready for duty In all sorts of weather, And loyal to courage And duty together. Ann R Warner Baby Corn A happy mother stalk of corn Held close a baby ear, And whispered: "Cuddle up to me |