SELIGOR'S CASTLE - THE YOUNG
Flowers of Poetry - for young persons.
by Ann Taylor (30 January 1782 -
TO A DAISY
Little flower with
starry brow, Slumbering in thy bed of snow;
Or with lightly
tinged ray, Winter gone and storms away,
Peeping from thy
couch of green With modest head and simple mien;
How I love to see
thee lie, In thy low serenity,
Basking in the gladsome beam;
Or, beside some murmuring stream
Gently bowing from thy nest,
Greet the water's silver breast.
Or 'mid fissure of the rock,
Hidden from the tempest's shock,
Vie with snowy lily's bell—
Queen and fairy of the dell.
Thee nor wind nor storm can tear
From thy lonely mountain lair;
Nor the sleety, sweeping rain
Root thee from thy native plain.
Winter's cold, nor summer's heat,
Blights thee in thy snug retreat;
Chill'd by snow or scorch'd by flame,
Thou for ever art the same.
Type of truth, and emblem fair
Of virtue struggling through despair,—
Close may sorrows hem it round,
Troubles bend it to the ground,
Yet the soul within is calm,
Dreads no anguish, fears no harm;
Conscious that the Hand which tries
All its latent energies,
Can, with more than equal power,
Bear it through temptation's hour,
Still the conflict, soothe its sighs,
And plant it 'neath congenial skies.
Although this poem is
"For the young ones" I think it will need an older
child or adult to recite
I also think this picture
of Ann Gilbert nee Taylor is