Writings
Where Daisy Sleeps
To Mother!
Sweetest to us of all the earth.
We called her “Daisy.”
Terre Haute, Ind., May, 1906
The grass grows green
Where Daisy sleeps;
The Mulberry tree its vigil keeps
Where Daisy sleeps.
The wind blows soft
Where Daisy sleeps;
The modest, blue-eyed violet peeps
Where Daisy sleeps.
The birds sing sweet
Where Daisy sleeps;
The mournful willow bends and weeps
Where Daisy sleeps.
The sun shines bright
Where Daisy sleeps;
Each changing season sows and reaps
Where Daisy sleeps.
The flowers bloom fair
Where Daisy sleeps;
The evening shadow softly creeps
Where Daisy sleeps.
Our hearts beat true
Where Daisy sleeps;
And Love its watch forever keeps
Where Daisy sleeps.