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THE PCETRY OF FLOWERS, 
No, no; this sorrow shown 
By your tears shed, 
Would have this leeture read ; 
That things of greatest, so of meanest w wrth, 
Conceived with grief are, and with tears broug't 
forth. 
THE DAISY. 
BY JOHN MASON Goop. 
Nor worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep, 
Need we to prove that God is here ; 
The daisy, fresh from winter’s sleep, 
Tells of His hand in lines as clear, 
For who but he who arch’d the skies, 
And pour’d the day-spring’s living floe 
Wondrous alike in all He tries, 
Could rear the daisy’s purple bud; 
Mould its green cup, its wiry stem, 
Its fringed border nicely spiz, 
And cut the go 
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