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In vacant or in pensive mood, 
They flash upon that inward eye 
Which is the bliss of solitude ; 
And then my heart with pleasure fills, 
And dances with the Daffodils.” 
There were many others, beside the golden 
“ Daffydowndillys,” (as flower-loving old Gerard 
calls them,) and Mary did not know at first which 
spoke. There was the Milk White Daffy, with 
its thick cluster of pure white flowers, and Daffies 
with purple coronets, that came from the Swiss val¬ 
leys, and must know a great deal about glaciers and 
snow-capped mountains, which Mary loved to hear 
about; and the King’s Chalice, from Persia ; and 
the White Sea Daffodil, which grows wild on 
the banks of the gulf of Venice. Mary thought this 
the most beautiful, with its slender pendent petals, 
and its long white stamens tipped with green rising 
gracefully in the middle ;—but it was the Primrose 
Peerless which spoke. 
