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Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep,
Need we to prove a God is here;
The daisy, read more
Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep,
Need we to prove a God is here;
The daisy, fresh from nature's sleep,
Tells of His hand in lines as clear.
Daisies infinite
Uplift in praise their little growing hands,
O'er every hill that under heaven expands.
Daisies infinite
Uplift in praise their little growing hands,
O'er every hill that under heaven expands.
Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand
Some random bud will meet;
Thou canst not tread, but read more
Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand
Some random bud will meet;
Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find
The daisy at thy feet.
Thou unassuming Commonplace
Of Nature.
Thou unassuming Commonplace
Of Nature.
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.
All summer she scattered the daisy leaves;
They only mocked her as they fell.
She said: "The read more
All summer she scattered the daisy leaves;
They only mocked her as they fell.
She said: "The daisy but deceives;
'He loves me not,' 'he loves me will,'
One story no two daisies tell."
Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves
Under the daisy's mocking spell.
Stars are the daisies that begem
The blue fields of the sky,
Beheld by all, and everywhere,
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Stars are the daisies that begem
The blue fields of the sky,
Beheld by all, and everywhere,
Bright prototypes on high.
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he read more
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he call'd the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars that on earth's firmament do shine.
Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere
Bold in maternal nature's care
And all the long year through read more
Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere
Bold in maternal nature's care
And all the long year through the heir
Of joy and sorrow,
Methinks that there abides in thee
Some concord with humanity,
Given to no other flower I see
The forest through.