Poem and word of the day

Behold the daisy where you tread,
That useless little thing;
Behold the insects overhead,
That gambol* in the spring;
His goodness bids the daisy rise,
And ev'ry insect's wants supplies.

Jane Taylor (1783-1824)
From "About God, who made the sun and moon," in Hymns for Infant Minds, 1832.

*Gambol -- to skip about, as in dancing or playing; frolic