The Clover

Some slns of the lily, and daisy, and rose, And the pansies and pinks that the summerti me throws In the green grassy lap of the medder that laya Bllnkin' up at. the skies through the suns 1 1 í 1 1 1 1 y days; lint what is the lily. and nll of the rest Of the flowers, toa man wilh a heart in his breast That ivas dipped brimin' fnll of the honey and dew Of the sweet dover blossoms his babyhood knew? I never set eyes on a clover-field dov, Er fooi round a stable, er climb in the mow, But my childhood comes back jest as clear and as plain As the sraell of the clover I'm snuffln' again ; And I wander away in a bare-footed dream, Where I tangle my toes in the blossoms that gleam With the dew of the dawn of the morning of love. And so I love clover- it seems like a part Oí the sacerdest sorrows aud joys of niy hart And wnarever it blossoms, on, thare let me bow And thank the good God as I'm thankin' him ikjw ; And pray to Him still for the stren'th, when 1 die, To go out in the clover and teil it good bye, And lovin'ly nestje my face in its bloom While my soul slips away on a breth of perfume.