THE EMIGRANT DAISY.
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THE EMIGRANT DAISY.
Once, from its home in England's*[1] soil,
A daisy's root I drew,
Amid whose moistened crown of leaves
A healthful bud crept through,
And whispered in its infant ear
That it should cross the sea,
A cherished emigrant, and share
A western home with me.
Methought it shrank, at first, and paled;
But when on ocean's tide
Strong waves and awful icebergs frowned,
And manly courage died,
It calmly reared its crested head
And smiled amid the storm,
As if old Magna Charta's soul
Inspired its fragile form.
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* This daisy was taken from the spot, often visited by travellers, where King John signed the Magna Charta in 1215.
