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.

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.

The Rose has but a Summer reign,
The daisy never dies.

The Rose has but a Summer reign,
The daisy never dies.

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.

The poet's darling.

The poet's darling.

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!

And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.

And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.

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.

Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
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Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
A host in the sunshine, an army in June,
The people God sends us to set our heart free.