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SYNGENESIA. SUPERFLUA. Bellis 
Var. 2. Flower herbaceous, globular. 
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In Mr. Shelden’s copse near his house in Worcestershire. Ray. 
to which the bard so feelingly compares his own hapless fate; and that description of 
gowatif (for the Scotch seem to apply the term to several different flowers,) which, 
though ever and anon about our path, 
" “ Lurks lowly unseen.” 
Intimately interwoven with our earliest impressions, in that 
(t Sweet age of dear delusions,”) 
the Daisy becomes familiarly endeared; and ever continues far more alluring than the 
gaudy show of many splendid beauties. 
“ By dimpled brook and fountain brim 
The wood-nymphs, deck’d with Daisies trim. 
Their merry wakes and pastimes keep.” Milton. 
“ The Daisy,” observes Mr. Phillips, “ has been made the emblem of Innocence, because 
it contributes more than any other flower to infantine amusement and the joys of child¬ 
hood.” 
-“ In the spring and plav-time of the year. 
That calls the unwonted villager abroad 
With all her little ones, a sportive train, 
To gather king-cups in the yellow mead, 
And prink their hair with Daisies .” Cowper. 
And thus Chaucer, in the fourteenth century: 
—— “ Of all the floures in the mede, 
Than love I most these floures of white and rede : 
Such that men callen Daisies in our town : 
To them I have so great affectioun, 
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That I nam up, and walking in the mede 
To seen this floure ayenst the sunne sprede. 
Whan it upriseth early by the morrow, 
That blissful sight softeneth my sorow. 
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And whan that it is eve I renne blithe, 
As soone as ever the sunne ginneth west, 
To seen this floure, how it woll go to rest.” 
Or in the more modern dialect of Leyden; 
t( Oft have I watched thy closing buds at eve, 
Which for the parting sun-beams seemed to grieve, 
And when gay morning gilt the dew-bright plain. 
Seen them unclasp their folded leaves again.” 
Shakspeare, Burns, and a tribe of inferior poets, have wreathed their chaplets with this 
humble flower, and conferred additional interest on her enamelled meads; but none more 
successfully than Montgomery, from whose beautiful little poem we regret our inability to 
give more than one briejf extract. 
“ ’^is Flora’s page : in every place, 
Ii> every season, fresh and fair. 
It opens with perennial grace. 
And blossoms every where. 
On waste and woodland, rock and plain. 
Its humble buds unheeded rise, 
The rose has but a summer’s reign. 
The Daisy never dies.” 
Nor has any inspired votary of the Muse exceeded either in elegant simplicity or genuine 
