Cowslips in Heaven
“This must be Heaven”, said the small ones,
Staring, all eyes at the field
Where the cowslips swayed elfin and dainty,
While the bells from the little church pealed.
Wondering, they picked the golden flowers,
Held them to each little nose,
And it seemed that the fragrance they gathered
Gave back the lilt to their toes,
For they suddenly danced down the hillside-
Two golden heads in the sun.
“Sure, this is heaven”, cried Effie.
“Ain`t this just wonderful fun?”
Lucky, you small ones from Poplar?
Yes! Even more so than I.
Born near those acres of cowslips
And staying here `till I must die;
Your eyes can see this as heaven,
I sometimes find heaven too,
But the flowers, and birds and bells pealing
Must seem even lovelier to you.
