The Celandine and the Daisy

I love the flowers that Nature gives away
With such a careless bounty : some would deem
She thought them baubles, things of no esteem,
Mere idle followers of unthrifty May.
See in the lane, where geese and donkeys stray,
That golden flower, the countless Celandine :
Though long o'erlook'd, it needs no praise of mine,
For 'tis one mightier poet's joy and theme.
See how the Daisies whiten all yon lea !
A thing so dear to poet and to child,
That when we see it on neglected wild.
We prize old Nature's generosity.
The Celandine one mighty bard may prize ;
The Daisy no bard can monopolise.