TO A DAISY. 
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I know your fate, 
But the earth to strew. 
And my soul flies on to immortal bowers, 
Where the heart and the rose are not faded 
flowers. 
—Miss Jewsburt. 
TO A DAISY. 
Bright flower, whose home is everywhere ! 
A pilgrim bold in Nature’s care, 
And oft, 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! 
And wherefore ? Man is soon deprest; 
A thoughtless thing who, once unblest, 
Does little on his memory rest, 
Or on his reason: 
But thou would’st teach him how to find 
A shelter under every wind ; 
A hope for times that are unkind. 
And every season. 
.—Wordsworth. 
