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BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES. 
Somewhere on a sunny bank 
Buttercups are bright ; 
Somewhere ’mong the frozen grass 
Peeps the Daisy white. 
Little hardy flowers 
Like to children poor, 
Playing in their sturdy health 
By their mother’s door : 
Purple with the north-wind 
Yet alert and bold, 
Fearing not and caring not, 
Though they be a-cold! 
What to them is weather! 
What are stormy showers! 
Buttercups and daisies 
Are these human flowers! 
He who gave them hardship 
And a life of care, 
Gave them likewise hardy strength, 
And patient hearts, to bear. 
