There is a flower, a little flower <br />With silver crest and golden eye, <br />That welcomes every changing hour, <br />And weathers every sky. <br /> <br />The prouder beauties of the field <br />In gay but quick succession shine; <br />Race after race their honors yield, <br />They flourish and decline. <br /> <br />But this small flower, to Nature dear, <br />While moons and stars their courses run, <br />Wreathes the whole circle of the year, <br />Companion of the Sun. <br /> <br />It smiles upon the lap of May, <br />To sultry August spreads its charms, <br />Lights pale October on his way, <br />And twines December's arms. <br /> <br />The purple heath and golden broom <br />On moory mountains catch the gale; <br />O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume, <br />The violet in the vale. <br /> <br />But this bold floweret climbs the hill, <br />Hides in the forest, haunts the glen, <br />Plays on the margin of the rill, <br />Peeps round the fox's den. <br /> <br />Within the garden's cultured round <br />It shares the sweet carnation's bed; <br />And blooms on consecrated ground <br />In honor of the dead. <br /> <br />The lambkin crops its crimson gem; <br />The wild bee murmurs on its breast; <br />The blue-fly bends its pensile stem <br />Light o'er the skylark's nest. <br /> <br />'Tis Flora's page, - in every place, <br />In every season, fresh and fair; <br />It opens with perennial grace, <br />And blossoms everywhere. <br /> <br />On waste and woodland, rock and plain, <br />Its humble buds unheeded rise; <br />The Rose has but a summer reign; <br />The Daisy never dies!<br /><br />James Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-daisy-on-finding-one-in-bloom-on-christmas-day/
