CHAPTER IV, 
DAFSODIL—KEGAED. 
I. 
Fair Daffodil, we weep to see 
You haste away so soon ; 
As yet the early rising sun 
lias not attained his non n; 
Stay, stay, 
Until the hastening day 
Has run 
But to the even song. 
And, having prayed together, we 
Will go with you along. 
