An angel found a daisy where it lay
On Heaven's highroad of transparent gold,
And, turning to one near, he said, " I pray,
Tell me what manner of strange bloom I hold
You came a long, long way — perchance you know
In what far country such fair flowers blow?"

Then spoke the other: " Turn thy radiant face
And gaze with me down purple depth of space.
See, where the stars lie spilled upon the night,
Like amber beads that hold a yellow light
Note one that burns with faint yet steady glow;
It is the Earth — and there these blossoms grow.
Some little child from that dear, distant land
Hath borne this hither in his dimpled hand."
Still gazed he down. " Ah, friend," he said, " I, too,
Oft crossed the fields at home where daisies grew."