Buttercup shareth the joy of day, Glinting with gold the hours of play; Bringeth the Poppy sweet repose, When the hands would fold and the eyes would close. And after it all,--the play and the sleep Of a little life,--what cometh then? To the hearts that ache and the eyes that weep, A wee flower bringeth God's peace again: Each one serveth its tender lot,-- Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-not. * * * * * Transcriber's Notes: A midi file of the music on the first page is available in the HTML edition of this text. Page ix, "Dic" changed to "Dick" (Lydia Dick) End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Second Book of Verse, by Eugene Field