The Daisy. 
She lifts up her dewy eye of white, 
To welcome the rising orb of light; 
And when the Spring comes with her host 
Of flowers, that flower belov’d the most, 
Shrinks from the crowd that may confuse 
Her heavenly beauty and virgin hues, 
The morning star of all the flowers, 
The pledge of daylight’s lengthen’d hours: 
A simple flower of lowly birth, 
Yet lingering still to deck the earth, 
On waste or woodland, rock or plain, 
When swift has pass’d the floreal train. 
