Down among the orchard-grass,
A happy, careless rover,
The pretty little girl
Goes hunting four-leaf clover…
~Jennie E. T. Dowe, “Four-Leaf Clover,” 1879 [a little altered
They say there’s a charm in the four-leaf clover
And so I will search the whole field over;
Over the fragrant grass bent low,
To see if the prize hid there, or no.
~Mary D. Brine, “The Four-Leaf Clover,” 1874 [a little altered
Oh, four leaf clover, ha! ha! ha!
I think a little fraud you are,
But whether false or whether true,
It’s only fun to hunt for you.
~Mary D. Brine, “The Four Leaf Clover Song,” 1884
Lounging upon the emerald green
Whose slope the trees of the forest screen,
A family group are searching over
The triune leaves for the four-leaf clover…
A bird droppeth down from its perch on high,
A butterfly aimlessly floateth by:
They too in the green and drifting over
Seem counting the leaves for four-leaf clover.
Like rarest beauties of heart and of mind,
So rare things in nature we seek to find—
Ah, loveliest spot the gaze may cover,
That vine-sheltered knoll of sweet white clover.
~Emily Thornton Charles (“Emily Hawthorne”), “Hunting the Four-Leaf Clover,” 1886
Polly fell to looking for four-leaf clovers so industriously that Mary soon slipped from her seat to vie with her. “Here’s a five-leaf,” cried Mary. “But I found a seven-leaf yesterday,” said Polly, triumphantly. It was a famous white clover patch, this one under Polly’s swing. Nowhere else could you find so many “many-leafed” clovers in ten minutes as here. ~Avis Gordon, “The Forbidden Apple,” 1905 [a little altered
The reason so many people never get anywhere in life is because, when opportunity knocks, they are out looking for four-leaf clovers. ~Walter P. Chrysler