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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
No, no ; this sorrow shown 
By your tears shed, 
Would have this lecture read; 
That things of greatest, so of meanest wmh 
Concerved^with grief are, and with tears brought 
THE DAISY. 
BY JOHN MASON GOOD. 
Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep, 
Need we to prove that God is here ; 
™ ?, a,Sy ^ reS . h from winter ’ s sleep, 
Tells of His hand in lines as clear. 
tor who but he who arch’d the skies, 
W n P ° ur ’ d , the da y-spring’s living flo© 
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 
That, set in silver, gleamawithin; 
