Mary D. McIntosh

"O little four-leaf clover With leaves of emerald hue, I'd roam the wide fields over To get a glimpse of you. More sought than any flower That grows in field or dell, Luck upon thy leaves has power, Fate has bound thee with a spell."

- Mary D. McIntosh

"A little four-leaf clover That by the wayside grew, She stooping plucked and fastened Within her dainty shoe..."

- Mary D. McIntosh