BUTTERCUPS.
The buttercups with shining faceSmile upward as I pass.They seem to lighten all the placeLike sunshine in the grass.And though not glad nor gay was IWhen first they came in view;I find when I have passed them by,That I am smiling, too.
The buttercups with shining faceSmile upward as I pass.They seem to lighten all the placeLike sunshine in the grass.And though not glad nor gay was IWhen first they came in view;I find when I have passed them by,That I am smiling, too.
The buttercups with shining faceSmile upward as I pass.They seem to lighten all the placeLike sunshine in the grass.
The buttercups with shining face
Smile upward as I pass.
They seem to lighten all the place
Like sunshine in the grass.
And though not glad nor gay was IWhen first they came in view;I find when I have passed them by,That I am smiling, too.
And though not glad nor gay was I
When first they came in view;
I find when I have passed them by,
That I am smiling, too.
—Sarah F. Day.