Some flowret or shrub in our garden or lawn
Oft carries us back to life’s earliest dawn;
And there’s nothing impress’d on my memory more plain
Than the old Kentish Cherry that grows in our lane.
The Snow-drop and Crocus, the vanguard of spring;
What bright recollections these little flowers bring.
The Daphne Mezereon, whose venturesome flower
Sends forth its fragrance with the first April shower.
Our own native Balsam with its silvery spray,
And that noble old evergreen Spruce of Norway;