ABSTRACT
The little daisy was as happy as if it were a great holiday, and yet it was only a Monday. All the children were at school; while they sat on their benches learning, it sat on its little green stalk and learned also from the warm sun, and from all around, how good God is; and the daisy was very glad that every thing it silently felt was sung so loudly and charmingly by the lark. And the daisy looked up with a kind of respect to the happy bird, who could sing and fly; but it was not at all sorrowful because it could not fly and sing also. “I can see and hear,” it thought; “the sun shines on me, and the forest kisses me. Oh! how richly have I been gifted!”
