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OF FLOWERS. 

TO DAFFODILS. 
BY GEORGE HERRIc& 
Fair daffodils, we weep to see 
You haste away so soon; 
As yet, the early-rising sun 
Has not attain’d its noon. 
Stay, stay, 
Until the hastening day 
Has run 
But to the even song; 
And having pray’d together, we 
Will go with you along. 
We have short time to stay as you 
We have as short a spring; 
As quicl k a growth to meet decay, 
As you or any thing. 
We die, 
As your hours do, and dry 
Away, 
Lil ike to the summer’s rain. 
Or as the pearls of morni 
Ne er to be fourd a 
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