The music of the people is like a rare and lovely flower growing amidst encroaching weeds. Thousands pass it, while others trample… — Antonin Dvorak Copy Share Image
Happiness is a roadside flower growing on the highways of usefulness; plucked, it shall wither in thy hand; passed by, it is… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
