The New Zealand Survey
To a Mountain Daisy
To a Mountain Daisy.
Thou pinky-edged sweet daisy flower,
Just opening into lovely bloom,
I bid thee hail! while I admire
The modest air which ye assume;
Though here we meet in awkward place—
In a New Zealand wayside drain,
When pick and shovel would displace
Thee as some rubbish, with disdain;
Yet now I rather would thee thank,
For such a meeting here!—With care
Let me transplant thee on this bank,
In hopes though long may’st flourish there.
FriendshipHow like two friends in native land,
That parted once, as ’twere for ever;
When long asundered, fortune bland,
Must bring again old friends together;
As ’twere that one some balm should bear
To soothe the other’s painful bosom,
While battling with much cank’ring care;—
So feel I pleased with thy chaste blossom!
And ye remind, when I would pore,
And ponder over nature’s page;
No other scenes then pleased me more
Than flow’ry fields, so as t’ engage
As bygone scenes me oft solace,
Why o’er the present should I mourn?
Let hope in future weal displace
Such cares, that hold sweet peace in scorn!
For why in gloomy moods indulge?
’Tis as we troubles would embrace!
No more my bosom harbor such
Lest these might happy hopes disgrace!
Yes, welcome thou, and full of worth,
As other pleasures good ye give,
While in thee reading cheering truth,
Revealed that can from cares relieve;
Even as Park ’mid desert cast,
Athirst, and pining in despair;
Whose eyes a little flower at length
Beheld, inspiring comfort there!
As on you shines the light of day,
That makes ye look with joyous smile;
So may His countenance alway
Shine on my soul, all glooms to foil!