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INNOCENCE, 
An instinct callit, a blind sense, 
A happy genial influence, 
Coming, one knows not how, or whence, 
Nor whither going. 
Child of the year! that round dost run 
Thy course, bold lover of the sun, 
And cheerful, when the day’s begun, 
As morning leveret,—- 
Thy long lost praise thou shalt regain, 
Dear shalt thou be to future men, 
As in old time ;—thou, not in vain, 
Art Nature’s favourite. 
In Yorkshire, this plant is called dog daisy ; 
and in Scotland, gowan, a name which, in that 
country, is also applied to the dandelion, hawk- 
weed, &c. 
The opening gowan, wet with dew. 
We find it recorded in Milton’s Comus, 
that 
By dimpled brook and fountain brim, 
The wood-nymphs, decked with daisies trim, 
Their merry wakes and pastimes keep. 
We cannot reject the following beautiful 
lines by Wordsworth, though we have quoted 
