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I So here we have them again in our fields and in our 

 gardens. Daisies pink and daisies white; daisies small, large 

 and middling ; old-fashioned daisies and daisies with ponder- 

 ous new-fangled names. Yea, the daisy has come back, with 

 her sisters and her cousins and her aunts and we have 

 welcomed them and naturalised them and segregated them 

 and pictured them and sung them, sometimes alone but more 

 often "higglety-pigglety, " Hke Katrina Van Tassel's famous 

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" Heigh-ho! daisies and buttercups, 

 Fair yellow daffodils, stately and tall; 

 When the wind wakes, how they rock in the grasses 

 And dance with the cuckoo-buds slender and tall." 



Here Hes the world spread out before us, inviting further 

 strolls, and all nature seems arrayed to gratify us. She may 

 not, it is true, dress up especially for our benefit but never- 

 theless, as Emerson says, she "cannot be surprised in tm- 

 dress, — beauty breaks in everywhere." If the hedgerows 

 are full of flowers, the hillocks are green and full of sunshine ; 

 and it is good to walk in the glow and feel the soft turf under 

 foot; good to hear the birds in the branches and the comfort- 

 able cattle lowing in the meadow; good to watch the impu- 

 dent chipmimk scolding indulgent nature over a wormy 

 chestnut; good to feel a dog's wet muzzle against your hand; 

 good to be a free man in a free world and to walk 'till rest is 

 grateful. It is good 



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