Euphrasia Officinalis, or Eye-Bright

There is a flower, a tiny flower,
Its hue is white, but close within
There is a spot of golden tint;
Therein abides a wondrous juice.
That hath, for such as know its use,
A sweet and holy power.

It is the little Euphrasy,
Which you no doubt have often seen
'Mid the tall grass of meadow green ;
But never deem'd so wee a wight
Endow'd with medicinal might
To clear the darken'd eye.

And maybe now it hath no more
The virtue which the kindly fays
Bestow'd in fancy's holy days ;
Yet still the gold-eyed weedie springs,
To show how pretty little things
Were hallow'd long of yore.