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; 
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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