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DAISY. 
BELLIS. 
Beauty and Innocence. 
Tre star that gems life’s morning sky, 
Smiles sweetly o’er thee now; 
And flowers around thy pathway lie, 
And roses crown thy brow — 
That shed their delicate perfyme 
*Mid ringlets trembling like a plume ; 
While a deep witchery, soft and bright, 
Ts floating in those eyes of light. 
Pure and undimmed, thy angel smile 
Is mirrored on my dreams, 
Like evening’s sunset-girded isle 
Upon her shadowed streams : 
And o’er my thoughts thy vision floats, 
Like melody of spring-bird notes ; 
When the blue halcyon gently laves 
His plumage in the flashing waves. 
I cannot gaze on aught that wears 
The beauty of the skies, 
Or aught that in life’s valley bears 
The hues of paradise ; 



