We should not mind so small a flower—

We should not mind so small a flower — Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.

So spicy her Carnations nod — So drunken, reel her Bees — So silver steal a hundred flutes From out a hundred trees —

That whoso sees this little flower By faith may clear behold The Bobolinks around the throne And Dandelions gold.