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WHITE DAISY. 
In the by-gone days of chivalry, when a lady 
wished to intimate to her lover that she was 
undecided whether she would accept his offer 
or not, she decorated her head with a frontlet 
of white daisies, which was understood to say, 
**T will think of it.” 
An unknown poet has sung the daisy’s offer- 
ing in verses so agreeable to our ears that we 
must e’en let our readers share the pleasure. 
Think of the flowers culled for thee, 
In vest of silvery white, 
When other flowers perchance you see, 
Not fairer, but more bright. 
Sweet roses and carnations gay, 
Have but a summer’s reign ; 
I mingle with the buds of May, 
Join drear Decembey’s train. 
A simple unassuming flower, 
*Mid showers and storms I bloom ; 
Y]l decorate thy lady’s bower, 
And blossom on thy tomb. 
