Buttercups and Daisies, Poem by Ella W. Ricker

BUTTERCUPS and daisies stand amid the grass,
Lifting their bright faces to greet us as we pass ;
Beckoning and nodding, soon as we appear;
Waving us a welcome while we linger near.

Buttercups and daisies, blossoms gold and
       white ;
Lighting gloomy places, making earth so
       bright;

Spangling all the meadows, climbing all the
        hills,
Crowding on the margin of the little rills.

Many are the subjects of Queen Flora's reign;
Many are the handmaids following in her
        train;
But of all the flowerets blooming far and near,
Can you tell of any that are held more dear?