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DAISY. 
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 it lies! 
THE MICHAELMAS DAISY. 
ANON. 
Last smile of the departing year, 
Thy sister-sweets are flown! 
Thy pensive wreath is far more dear 
From blooming thus alone. 
Thy tender blush, thy simple frame, 
Unnoticed might have pass’d; 
But now thou com’st with softer claim, 
The loveliest and the last. 
