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DAISY. 
And fling it, unrestrain’d and free, 
O’er liill and dale, and desert sod, 
That man, where’er he walks, may see, 
In every step, the stamp of God. 
The same. —wordsworth. 
Iv youth from rock to rock I went. 
From hill to hill, in discontent. 
Of pleasure high and turbulent, 
Most pleased when most uneasy ; 
But now my own delights I make,— 
My thirst at every rill can slake, 
And gladly Nature’s love partake 
Of thee, sweet Daisy ! 
When soothed awhile by milder airs. 
Thee Winter in the garland wears. 
That thinly shades his few grey 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, 
