That hides in her dreamy eyes,
It conquers all men, like her,
And still for a Union flies.
VII
By Th-m-s B-il-y Ald—ch
The little brown squirrel hops in the corn,
The cricket quaintly sings,
The emerald pigeon nods his head,
And the shad in the river springs,
The dainty sunflower hangs its head