SELIGOR'S CASTLE - THE YOUNG ONES

Flowers of Poetry - for young persons.

by Ann Taylor (30 January 1782 - 20 December 1866)

TO A DAISY

Little flower with starry brow, Slumbering in thy bed of snow;
Or with lightly tinged ray, Winter gone and storms away,
Peeping from thy couch of green With modest head and simple mien;
How I love to see thee lie, In thy low serenity,
Basking in the gladsome beam; Or, beside some murmuring stream
Gently bowing from thy nest, Greet the water's silver breast.
Or 'mid fissure of the rock, Hidden from the tempest's shock,
Vie with snowy lily's bell— Queen and fairy of the dell.
Thee nor wind nor storm can tear From thy lonely mountain lair;
Nor the sleety, sweeping rain Root thee from thy native plain.
Winter's cold, nor summer's heat, Blights thee in thy snug retreat;

Chill'd by snow or scorch'd by flame, Thou for ever art the same.
Type of truth, and emblem fair Of virtue struggling through despair,—
Close may sorrows hem it round, Troubles bend it to the ground,
Yet the soul within is calm, Dreads no anguish, fears no harm;
Conscious that the Hand which tries All its latent energies,
Can, with more than equal power, Bear it through temptation's hour,
Still the conflict, soothe its sighs, And plant it 'neath congenial skies.

Although this poem is "For the young ones" I think it will need an older child or adult to recite it.      I also think this picture of Ann Gilbert nee Taylor is beautiful.