He is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower.

- Mary Howitt

For visions come not to polluted eyes.

- Mary Howitt

Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it, And dear it is on summer days To lie at rest among it. I know the realms where people …

- Mary Howitt

Buttercups and daisies, Oh, the pretty flowers; Coming ere the spring time, To tell of sunny hours. When the trees are leafless; When the fields…

- Mary Howitt

Yes, in the poor man's garden grow Far more than herbs and flowers - Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind, And Joy for weary hours.

- Mary Howitt

Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we; Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea.

- Mary Howitt

I know he's coming by this sign, That baby's almost wild; See how he laughs and crows and starts — Heaven, bless the merry child! He's father's self …

- Mary Howitt

To ask me is in vain; For who goes up your winding stair Can ne'er come down again.

- Mary Howitt

The wild sea roars and lashes the granite cliffs below,And round the misty islets the loud strong tempests blow.

- Mary Howitt