Marguerites

■When Reginald with Marguerite One morning through the meadow etrolled, He found a blossom at her feet, With pétala white and heart of gold. Withln her hand the bloom he laid. And said, " 'Tis yours, what is it sweet?" Then, laughlngly, replied the maid, "My daisy is a marguerite." Then Reginald to Marguerite A sweet, old fashioned story told; And all his fortune, at her feet, He offered for her heart of gold. The maideu promised him to wed, Then, in half roguish praise, he From face to flower glanged, and sald, "My Marguerite's a daisy. " M. Thayer Rouse in Boston Transcript.