MARGUERITES
There are many gayer, costlier blooms,
And blossoms more replete
With gaudy colors and rare perfumes,
But all love the marguerite.
And blossoms more replete
With gaudy colors and rare perfumes,
But all love the marguerite.
They are such useful little flowers,
No other could fill their place,
With the mingling rays of their pearly stars
In garland or wreath or vase.
No other could fill their place,
With the mingling rays of their pearly stars
In garland or wreath or vase.
We have cut their slender stems to adorn,
God's house of praise and prayer;
We have seen their fragile blossoms worn
To the grave to perish there.
God's house of praise and prayer;
We have seen their fragile blossoms worn
To the grave to perish there.
In cross and garland, in spray and wreath,
We have wound each slender stem
For the hall of mirth and the house of death
Are open alike to them.
We have wound each slender stem
For the hall of mirth and the house of death
Are open alike to them.
They have shone like stars on the festive crowds
In brilliantly lighted rooms;
They have waved in snowy breeze-blown clouds,
O'er silent and shaded tombs;
In brilliantly lighted rooms;
They have waved in snowy breeze-blown clouds,
O'er silent and shaded tombs;
In France our blossom so modest and sweet
Is not without honor and fame,
Since the beautiful princess, Marguerite,
Gave the little flower her name.
Is not without honor and fame,
Since the beautiful princess, Marguerite,
Gave the little flower her name.
And the nobles of England wore wreaths of it,
And on robes of princely price
Embroidered the flower of Queen Margaret,
Their lovely queen's chosen device.
And on robes of princely price
Embroidered the flower of Queen Margaret,
Their lovely queen's chosen device.
Then bring to the scenes of mirth or gloom,
Where the young and the aged meet,
The flower that has faded on throne and tomb—
The beautiful marguerite.
Where the young and the aged meet,
The flower that has faded on throne and tomb—
The beautiful marguerite.