’Mong Daisies and Clover by Worthie Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 14, 1911

’Mong Daisies and Clover

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

Down where the clover and the daisies grow, Nuggets of perfume ’mid the summer snow, Billows of golden grain the mead surround, Droning of bumblebees the only sound.

Far from the tumult of the city street Here have I found a quiet, sweet retreat, Breathing its fragrance as I onward go Down where the clover and the daisies grow.

These are accounted humble flowers, I ween, Yet are they noble as the garden queen, Out in the meadow where they beckon me, Bidding the fret of grievous trial flee.

Down ’mid the toilers of some sordid care, Find true heart beauties with a perfume rare, Treasure unsought, and purpose pure as snow,— Sweet meadow-blossoms where the daisies grow.

Grief may have furrowed, and the form be bent, Yet have her sorrows sweetest fragrance lent; Search for these riches, hidden deep and low, Down where the clover and the daisies grow.

Portland, Ore.