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TO THE DAISY.

In youth from rock to rock I went,
From hill to hill, in discontent
Of pleasure high and turbulent,

Most pleas'd when most uneasy;

But now my own delights I make,
My thirst at every rill can slake,
And gladly Nature's love partake
Of thee, sweet Daisy!

VOL. I.

When soothed a while by milder airs, Thee Winter in the garland wears

That thinly shades his few grey hairs; Spring cannot shun thee;

Whole summer fields are thine by right;
And Autumn, melancholy Wight!

Doth in thy crimson head delight
When rains are on thee.

In shoals and bands, a morrice train, Thou greet'st the Traveller in the lane; If welcome once thou count'st it gain; Thou art not daunted,

Nor car'st if thou be set at naught;

And oft alone in nooks remote

We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.

Be Violets in their secret mews

The flowers the wanton Zephyrs chuse ;

Proud be the Rose, with rains and dews Her head impearling;

Thou liv'st with less ambitious aim,

Yet hast not gone without thy fame;
Thou art indeed by many a claim
The Poet's darling.

If to a rock from rains he fly,
Or, some bright day of April sky,
Imprison'd by hot sunshine lie

Near the green holly,

And wearily at length should fare;
He need but look about, and there

Thou art! a Friend at hand, to scare

His melancholy.

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