THE DAISY. 



" Bright flower, whose home is everywhere ! 

 A pilgrim bold in Nature's care, 

 And all the long year through, the heir 



Of joy or sorrow, 

 Methinks that there abides in thee 

 Some concord with humanity, 

 Giv'n to no other flower I see 



The forest through !" 



Burns in like manner, — 



" Now Nature — 



— spreads her sheets o' Daisies white 

 Out owre the grassy lea." 



James Montgomery, in his verses entitled the Field Flower 

 (they should be called The Daisy), says of it, — 



" — this small flower, to Nature dear, 



While moon and stars their courses run, 

 Wreathes the whole circle of the year, 

 Companion of the sun.' 



'Tis Flora's page : — in every place. 



In every season, fresh and fair. 

 It opens with perennial grace. 



And blossoms everywhere. 



On waste and woodland, rock and plain. 



Its humble buds unheeded rise ; 

 The rose has but a summer reign. 



The Daisy never dies." 



The profusion with which the Daisy is scattered every- 

 where is noticed by our poets. Milton writes of "medows 

 trim with Daisies pied" (variegated) ; Spenser, " the grassie 

 grounde with daintie Daisies dight" (dressed out) ; Miss 



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