Synopsis

Its hue is white, but close within’t There is a spot of golden tint; Therein abides a wondrous juice. That hath, for such as know its use, A sweet and holy power. It is the little Euphrasy, Which you no doubt have often seen 'Mid the tall grass of meadow green; But never deem'd so wee a wight Endow'd with medicinal might To clear the darken'd eye. And maybe now it hath no more The virtue which the kindly fays Bestow'd in fancy's holy days ; Yet still the gold-eyed weedie springs, To show how pretty little things Were hallow'd long of yore.