The Hare-Bell

Ye have seen me oft, 'mid the summer day,In my woodland home, with the breeze at play;Catching the dews as they sparkling fell.And folding them close in each floral bell;And teaching my buds, with a joyous ray,To lift their blue eyes to the King of Day.

But now, when the last leaf of Autumn is shed.Ye thought, no doubt, I was sere and dead:No, no! I have baffled the Spoiler's sting,Affection's token to you to bring.I have dared the wrath of the frosty sky,To gather you blossoms that cannot die.

Will ye welcome me in from my toil and care,For the blessings I breathe, and the sweets I bear?If ye give me shelter this wintry hour,If ye make me a guest at the hearth and bower,You will never regret, I am fain to say,The Hare-Bell's visit, this Christmas-day.