Poem by William Allingham

Wayside Flowers

Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller's dower;
A thousand passers-by
Its beauties may espy,
May win a touch of blessing
From Nature's mild caressing.
The sad of heart perceives
A violet under leaves
Like sonic fresh-budding hope;
The primrose on the slope
A spot of sunshine dwells,
And cheerful message tells
Of kind renewing power;
The nodding bluebell's dye
Is drawn from happy sky.
Then spare the wayside flower!
It is the traveller's dower. 

1. Wayconnell Tower
2. To the Castle of Donegal
3. The Emigrant’s Adieu to Ballyshannon
4. A Burial-place
5. In Highgate Cemetery

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