THE DAISY. 



Taylor, '' Daisies enamel (variegate) the plain ;" Burns, '' the 

 bank, with Daisies all beset;" Shelley says, — 



" — the sinuous paths of lawn and moss, 

 Which led through the garden along and across — 



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Were all paved with Daisies ; " 



and Clare addresses the flower, — 



" Daisies, ye flowers of lowly birth, 

 Embroiderers of the carpet earth, 

 That stud the velvet sod ; " 



and Davors, who seems to have been a friend of Izaak 

 Walton, and delighted in angling, speaking of those who 

 preferred other sports, says, — 



" Let them that list, these pastimes still pursue, 



And on such pleasing fancies feed their fill ; 



So I the fields and meadows green may view, 



And daily by fresh rivers walk at will, 

 Among the Daisies." 



and last, but not least. Mason Good, looking through nature 

 up to nature's God, writes, — 



" Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep, need we to prove that God is 



here ; 

 The Daisy, fresh from winter's sleep, tells of His Hand in lines as clear : 

 For who but He who arched the skies, and poured the day-spring's 



living flood, 

 Wondrous alike in all He tries, could rear the Daisy's purple bud; 

 Mould its green cup, its wiry stem, its fringed border nicely spin. 

 And cut the gold-cmbossM gem that, set in silver, gleams within : 

 And fling it unrestrained and free, o'er hill, and dale, and desert sod, 

 That man, where'er he walks may see, the stamp of God ?" 



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