DAISY. 
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Not grutche it, but in humble pacience 
It receve; for God saith withoutin fable, 
A. faithfull herte evir is acceptable. 
From, 11 A Godely Balade'' 
TO THE DAISY. 
WORDSWORTH. 
Bright flower ! whose home is everywhere, 
Bold in maternal Nature’s care, 
And all the long year through the heir 
Of joy or sorrow ; 
Methinks that there abides in thee 
Some concord with humanity, 
Given to no other flower I see 
The forest thorough! 
Is it that man is soon deprest? 
A thoughtless thing ? who, once unblest, 
Does little on his memory rest, 
Or on his reason, 
And thou wouldst teach him how to find 
A shelter under every wind, 
A hope for times that are unkind, 
And every season ? 
Thou wander’st the wide world about, 
Uncheck’d by pride or scrupulous doubt, 
With friends to greet thee, or without, 
Yet pleased and willing; 
