On a LADIES' CUSHION sits THRIFT
She never wastes, or steals, or begs,
But she can't give poor RAGWORT a lift.
QUEEN OF THE MEADS is MEADOWSWEET,
In the realm of grasses wide:
But not in all her court you meet
The turbaned TURK'S HEAD in his pride.
Fair BETHLEHEM' STAR shineth bright,
In a lowly place, as of old,
And through the green gloom glows the light
Of ST. JOHN'S-WORT—a nimbus of gold.