BUTTERCUPS

by Caroline Atherton Mason

Buttercups among the grass, 

Smiling on us as we pass, 

   Lifting up such happy faces, —
Starry-bright and bathed in dew,

Ah, if we could be like you, 

Each contented in our places!

"Whether skies be bright or sad, 

Little matters: you are glad, 

   Darlings, in all sorts of weather 

Just as happy here as there"