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Still rolling on, with silver chime, 
In star-clad night and golden morning. 
So went Love on, through cold and heat, 
Singing, "The Daisy's ever sweet." 
'Twas then the flowers were haunted 
With fairj^ forms and lovely things, 
Whose beauty elder bards have chanted, 
And how they lived in crystal springs. 
And swang upon the honied bells ; 
In meadows danced round dark green mazes, 
Strewed flowers around the holy wells. 
But never trampled on the Daisies. 
They spared the star that lit their feet, . 
The Daisy was so very sweet. 
Miller. 
When soothed awhile by milder airs. 
Thee Winter in the garland wears 
That thinly shades his few gray hairs ; 
Spring cannot shun thee ; 
Whole summer fields are thine by right, 
And autumn, melancholy wight. 
Doth in thy crimson head delight. 
When rains are on thee. 
In shoals and bands, a morrice train. 
Thou greet'st the traveller in the lane ; 
If welcomed once thou count'st it gain. 
Thou art not daunted ; 
Xor car'st if thou be set at naught: 
And oft alone in nooks remote 
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought. 
When such are wanted. 
Wordsivortli. 
