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 TO A DAISY. 



Life's changeful tale bad scarce begun, 

 When first as blythe I strove to run, 

 I saw thee nursed by dew and sun, 



Sweet Daisy. 



With eager smile and joyous bound, 



I snatched thee from the verdant ground, ' 



And hailed the prize thus early found, 



Sweet Daisy, 



Then oft by watchful guardian led, 



I loved to seek thy rural bed, 



And mark thy tinge of blushing red, 



Sweet Daisy. 



How bright was all of earth I knew, 

 Creation bursting on my view ! 

 Unvexed by care, like thee I grew, , 



Sweet Daisy. 



Thy healthful haunts were dear to me, 

 The balmy air I breathed with thee, 

 And seemed a thing as wild and free, 



Sweet Daisy. 



And now, whene'er on hill or plain, 

 I meet thee with thy sister train, 

 Those days are e'en brought back again, 



Sweet Daisy. 



Unaltered still My. mien and brow, 

 My heart must many a change avow, 

 Perchance thou dost not know me now, 



Sweet Daisy, 



Whilst sight of thee can thus remind 



Of Childhood's sports I fain would find 



Its meek simplicity of mind, 



Sweet Daisy. 

 VOL. I. 1833. 2A 



