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GARDENS, WREATHS, &c. 
Which now can meet the cold, the storm, 
With freshest leaf and hardiest form 1 
Ay, lady, that once haughty glance 
Still wanders vainly through the dance j 
And asks in vain from others’ pride, 
The charity thine own denied; 
And as thy ripened life could learn 
To smile and praise, that used to spurn. 
So thy last offering on the shrine 
Shall be this flattering lay of mine. 
A CLUMP OF DAISIES 
RICHARD DANA. 
Ye daisies gay, 
This fresh spring - day, 
Close gathered here together, 
To play in the light, 
To sleep all night, 
To abide through the sullen weather. 
Ye creatures bland, 
A simple band, 
Ye free ones linked in pleasure, 
And linked when your forms 
Stoop low in the storms, 
And the rain comes down without measure. 
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