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Daisy. 
to his suit, but rather preferred to “tarry longer in love’s 
flowery way,” she wreathed her head with a coronet of wild 
daisies, to intimate that she would think of it. 
A young poetess of considerable promise, and to whose un¬ 
timely death we have already had occasion to allude, on the 
last time she ever used her pen, composed the following affect¬ 
ing address to daisies: 
*• Thick set the English daisies grow, 
The close fresh turf between; 
On breezy downs, on meadows low, 
In lawns, upon the banked hedgerow, 
Star-white, ’mid pastures green. 
“ Daisies that flower in gardens neat, 
And archly gay and bright, 
Outvie with cultured prim conceit 
Their paler sisters, wild and sweet, 
With blossoms red and white. 
“ Braving in the young year the rains 
And cold, with gentle duty, 
Daisies they wait for Summer gains, 
And win them — nought of Spring remains, 
Saving their simple beauty. 
“ Outliving all blue violet bands, 
And ev’ry early comer, 
Till children thread with sun-browned hands 
The daisy-chains from flow’ring lands 
In the sunny days of Summer. 
“ Daisies, they live in deathless rhymes 
’Mid songs by poets given; 
Nor blight nor Winter mar their chimes; 
Merrily live for future times, 
Fadeless as flower in heaven.” 
Ella Ingram. 
