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Yun daisyd mantels ys the mountayne dyghte.
Yun daisyd mantels ys the mountayne dyghte.
 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. 
 That men by reason will it calle may
 The daisie or elles the eye of day
  The read more 
 That men by reason will it calle may
 The daisie or elles the eye of day
  The emperice, and floure of floures alle. 
 Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate,
 That fate is thine--no distant date;
  Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, read more 
 Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate,
 That fate is thine--no distant date;
  Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate,
   Full on thy bloom,
    Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight
     Shall be thy doom! 
 That of all the floures in the mede,
 Thanne love I most these floures white and rede,
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 That of all the floures in the mede,
 Thanne love I most these floures white and rede,
  Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune. 
 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. 
 You may wear your virtues as a crown,
 As you walk through life serenely,
  And grace your read more 
 You may wear your virtues as a crown,
 As you walk through life serenely,
  And grace your simple rustic gown
   With a beauty more than queenly.
    Though only one for you shall care,
     One only speak your praises;
      And you never wear in your shining hair,
       A richer flower than daisies. 
 We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
 When such are wanted.  
 We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
 When such are wanted. 
 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.