While soon the "garden's flaunting flowers" decay, <br />And, scatter'd on the earth, neglected lie, <br />The "Mountain Daisy," cherish'd by the ray <br />A poet drew from heav'n, shall never die. <br />Ah! like that lovely flower the poet rose! <br />'Mid penury's bare soil and bitter gale; <br />He felt each storm that on the mountain blows, <br />Nor ever knew the shelter of the vale. <br />By Genius in her native vigour nurst, <br />On Nature with impassion'd look he gazed, <br />Then through the cloud of adverse fortune burst <br />Indignant, and in light unborrow'd blaz'd. <br />Shield from rude sorrow, SCOTIA! shield thy bard:-- <br />His heav'n-taught numbers Fame herself will guard.<br /><br />Helen Maria Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-on-reading-burns-mountain-daisy/
