The Taylors seldom struck so happy a vein
as in the poem called The Field Daisy, which begins:
"I'm a pretty little thing,
Always coming with the Spring;
In the meadows green I'm found,
Peeping just above the ground,
And my stalk is covered flat
With a white and yellow hat."
I prefer the little girls and boys ... that come as you call them, fair
or dark, in green ribbons or blue. I like making cowslip fields grow
and apple-trees bloom at a moment's notice. That is what it is, you
see, to have gone through life with an enchanted land ever beside
you.--Kate Greenaway to Ruskin.
RELIGION AND ETHICS
Little Jesus, wast Thou shy
Once, and just so small as I?
And what did it feel like to be
Out of Heaven, and just like me?
Didst Thou sometimes think of _there_,
And ask where all the angels were? (p. 47)
I should think that I would cry
For my house all made of sky;
I would look about the air,
And wonder where the angels were;
And at waking 'twould distress me--
Not an angel there to dress me!
Hadst Thou ever any toys,
Like us little girls and boys?
And didst Thou play in Heaven with all
The angels, that were not too tall,
With stars for marbles? Did the things
Play _Can you see me?_ through their wings?
FRANCIS THOMPSON.
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