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Daisy, Michaelmas. 
* Daisies ye flowers of lowly birth.” — CLARE. 



FAREWELL. + 
When eyes are beaming 
What never tongue can tell, 





When tears are streaming 

From their crystal cell ; 
When hands are linked that dread to part, 
And heart is met by throbbing heart, 
Oh! bitter, bitter is the smart 
Of them that bid farewell ! 





When hope is chidden 
That fain of bliss would tell, 
And love forbidden, 
In the breast to dwell ; 
When, fettered by a viewless chain, 
We turn and gaze, and turn again, 
Oh! death were mercy to the pain 


















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