Hannah Flagg Gould, The Youth's Coronal
“ A tune to the daylight humming; And away she went o'er the sparkling dew, Where the grass was green, the violet blue,And the gold of the sun was coming. And what first tempted the roving Bee,Was a head of the crimson clover. "I've found a treasure betimes!" said she, "And perhaps a greater I might not see,If I travelled the field all over. "My beautiful Clover, so round and red,There is not a thing in twenty, That lifts this morning so sweet a head Above its leaves, and its earthy bed,With so many horns of plenty!" ”
