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DAISY. 
Alas ! ’tis not thy neighbour sweet. 
The bonny lark, companion meet, 
Bending thee ’mong the dewy wheat, 
With speckled breast— 
W hen upward springing, blithe to greet 
The purpling east. 
Cold blew the bitter-biting North 
Upon thy early humble birth ; 
Yet cheerfully thou venturest forth 
Amid the storm, 
Scarce rear’d above the parent-earth 
Thy tender form. 
The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, 
High-shelt’ring woods and wall must shield 
But thou between the random bield 
Of clod or stone, 
Adorn’st the rugged stubble field, 
Unseen, alone. 
There in thy scanty mantle clad. 
Thy snowy bosom sunward spread. 
Thou lift’st thy unassuming head 
In humble guise : 
But now the share uptears thy bed. 
And low thou lies ! 
