DANDELION BLOSSOMS.
DANDELION blossoms,
Yellow as gold,
The meadows within their
Green arms now enfold.
In the grass in the orchard,
On the banks of the stream,
Like stars in the night-time
They brilliantly gleam;
The bright little blossoms,
The fresh starry blossoms,
Now lifting their heads
From their long winter's dream.
Dandelion blossoms;
The robin hops down,
And peeps in their faces,
With eyes soft and brown;
And the swallows bend low,
With a nod and a smile,
While the brooklet keeps laughing,
And dimpling the while,
At the bright little blossoms,
The fair yellow blossoms,
Now lifting their heads
In each green sunny isle.
Dandelion blossoms!
The little ones shout,
And clap their wee hands
As, while roaming about,
They catch the bright gleam
Of their leaflets of gold;
Peeping from under
The grass and the mold;
The bright little blossoms,
The fresh dewy blossoms,
Half of their praises
Have not yet been told.
—Mrs. Annie Howe Thomson
