TO MARGARET W------ - Raymond Knister Poems


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Margaret, in happy hour,
Christen'd from that humble flower
    Which we a daisy call!
May thy pretty name-sake be
In all things a type of thee,
    And image thee in all.

Like it you show a modest face,
An unpretending native grace; --
    The tulip, and the pink,
The china and the damask rose,
And every flaunting flower that blows,
    In the comparing shrink.

Of lowly fields you think no scorn;
Yet gayest gardens would adorn,
    And grace, wherever set.
Home-seated in your lonely bower,
Or wedded -- a transplanted flower --
    I bless you, Margaret!