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THE PCETK.V OF FLOWERS. 
No, no ; this sorrow shown 
By your tears shed, 
Would have this leeture read; 
1 hat things of greatest, so of meanest \v 'rth, 
Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought 
forth. 
THE DAISY. 
BY JOHN MASON GOOD. 
Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep, 
Need we to prove that God is here ; 
The daisy, fresh from winter’s sleep, 
Tells of His hand in lines as clear. 
ror who but he who arch’d the skies, 
And pour’d the day-spring’s living floe 
Wondrous alike in all He tries, 
Could rear the daisy’s purple bud; 
Mould its green cup, its wiry stem, 
Its fringed border nicely spin, 
And cut the gold-embossed gem 
T hat, set in silver, gleams within; 
