BOUQUETS.
uttercups and daisies,
Violets and May,
Pimpernels and cowslips,
Make a sweet bouquet.
Not a rose among them;
Nought the garden yields.
Yet a lot of beauty
Taken from the fields,
Gathered in the sunshine,
Through the happy hours—
What a sweet bouquet, dears,
Made of simple flowers!
Patience and forgiveness,
Kindness to the weak;
Willing in our labour
All the happy week;
No exalted actions
Striving after praise,
Yet a lot of beauty
From life's lowly ways,
Gathered through the day, dear,
By the heart that heeds—
What a sweet bouquet, dear!
Made of simple deeds.
J. L.
McLEOD OF CLERE.
Founded on Fact.
I.
