2. The Cricket.
Little guest with merry throat,
Chirping by the taper light,
Come, prolong thy blithesome note,
Welcome songster of the night.
Here enjoy a calm retreat,
In my chimney safely dwell;
No rude hand thy haunt shall beat,
Or chase thee from thy lonely cell.
Come, recount me all thy woes,
While around us sighs the gale;
Or, rejoiced to find repose,
Charm me with a merry tale.
3. The Daisy.
There is a flow'r, a little flow'r,
With silver crest and golden eye,
That welcomes ev'ry passing hour,
And weathers ev'ry changeful sky.
The prouder beauties of the field
In gay but quick succession shine;
Race after race their honours yield,
They bloom their day, and then decline.
The purple heath, and golden broom,
On moory mountains catch the gale;
O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume,
The humble violet in the vale;
But this bold floweret climbs the hill,
Hides in the forest, haunts the glen,
Plays on the margin of the rill,
And peeps around the fox's den.
