TOKEN FLOWERS.

Oh, not the daisy, for the love of God!

Take not the daisy; let it bloom apace

Untouch'd alike by splendour or disgrace

Of party feud. Its stem is not a rod;

And no one fears, or hates it, on the sod.

It laughs, exultant, in the Morning's face,

And everywhere doth fill a lowly place,

Though fraught with favours for the darkest clod.

‘ Tis said the primrose is a party flower,

And means coercion, and the coy renown

Of one who toil'd for country and for crown.

This may be so! But, in my Lady's bower,

It means content,— a hope,— a golden hour.

Primroses smile; and daisies cannot frown!