Ode To The Daisy
By Peter Burn
Lovely, unassuming thing,
Unto thee I praises sing;
Regal greatness do I see
In thy sweet humility.
When the chilling breezes blow,
Laying prouder beauties low,
Then I find thee peacefully
Blooming in adversity.
When within the fertile bed
Others boldly lift the head,
Lovely daisy, thee I see,
Humble in prosperity.
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