Emily Thornton Charles

"Lounging upon the emerald green Whose slope the trees of the forest screen, A family group are searching over The triune leaves for the four-leaf clover... A bird droppeth down from its perch on high, A butterfly aimlessly floateth by: They too in the green and drifting over Seem counting the leaves for four-leaf clover. Like rarest beauties of heart and of mind, So rare things in nature we seek to find— Ah, loveliest spot the gaze may cover, That vine-sheltered knoll of sweet white clover."

- Emily Thornton Charles