TO A DAISY. 



BY WORDSWORTH. 



BRIGHT flower, whose home is every where I 



A pilgrim bold in Nature's care, 



And oft, the long year through, the heir 



Of joy or sorrow ; 

 Methinks that there abides in thee 

 Some concord with humanity, 

 Given to no other flower I see 



The forest through ! 



And wherefore ? Man is soon deprest ; 

 A thoughtless thing who, once unblest, 

 Does little on his memory rest, 



Or on his reason : 



But thou wouldst teach him how to find 

 A shelter under every wind ; 

 A hope for times that are unkind, 



And every season. 



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