Mossgtel. 
Wordsworth. 

‘MHERH,” said a stripling, pointing with much pride, 
Towards a low roof, with green trees half-concealed T 
“Ts Mossgiel farm ; and that’s the very field 
Where Burns plough’d up the daisy!” Far and wide a 
A plain below stretch’d seaward ; while, descried a 
Above sea clouds, the peaks of Arran rose ; Bec 
And, by that simple notice, the repose re 
Of earth, sky, sea and air was vivified. The 
Beneath the random field of clod or stone The 
Myriads of daisies here shone forth in flower Blu 
Near the lark’s nest, and in their natural hour Ani 
Have passed away ; less happy than the one Anc 
That, by the unwilling ploughshare, died to prove | Anc 
The tender charm of poetry and love. 
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