What Charms Does Nature At The Spring Put On, When Hedges Unperceived Get Stain'D In Green; When Even Moss, That Gathers On The Stone, Crown'D With Its Little Knobs Of Flowers Is Seen; And Every Road And Lane, Through Field And Glen, Triumphant Boasts A Garden Of Its Own. In Spite Of Nipping Sheep, And Hungry Cow, The Little Daisy Finds A Place To Blow: And Where Old Winter Leaves Her Splashy Slough, The Lady-Smocks Will Not Disdain To Grow; And Dandelions Like To Suns Will Bloom, Aside Some Bank Or Hillock Creeping Low;-- Though Each Too Often Meets A Hasty Doom From Trampling Clowns, Who Heed Not Where They Go.