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Some steady love, some brief delight, 
Some memory that had taken flight, 
Some chime of fancy wrong or right, 
Or stray invention. 
When, smitten by the morning ray 
I see thee rise alert and gay, 
Then, cheerful flower ! my spirits play 
With kindred gladness; 
And when at dusk, by dews opprest, 
Thou smil’st, the image of thy rest 
Hath often eased my pensive breast 
Of careful sadness.” 
In the midst of her “ daisy thoughts,” a beautiful 
Anagallistold her she was the Poor man’s Weather¬ 
glass, for she always closed her petals when rain 
was coming; and that no one who knew her needed 
a watch on fair days, for she opened her flowers at 
eight minutes past seven in the morning, and closed 
them at three minutes past two. My name means 
“ to smile,” said she. “ Ah, I see how easy it is to 
make you smile, but I can make sick people laugh, if 
they will but take the medicine I yield. Little birds 
