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Daisies.
With the fragrant clover
And sweet grasses laid,
In odors for a pall beneath the orchard shade.
And sweet grasses laid,
In odors for a pall beneath the orchard shade.
Happy, happy daisies!
Would I were like you,
Pure from human praises,
Fresh with morning dew,
And ever in my heart to heaven's clear sunshine true!
Would I were like you,
Pure from human praises,
Fresh with morning dew,
And ever in my heart to heaven's clear sunshine true!
