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THE DAISY.
It blooms not on a lofty bowerThat is but seldom seen;
It is a little lowly flower,
That grows on every green.
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At night, as if to seek repose,
It folds its fair array;
But the beams of morning soon unclose
This pretty eye of day
It folds its fair array;
But the beams of morning soon unclose
This pretty eye of day
In spring, its beauty every where,
Is modestly reveal'd;
On hill and plain, and here and there,
In every grassy field.
Is modestly reveal'd;
On hill and plain, and here and there,
In every grassy field.
Still lovely daisy spread abroad
Thy rays upon the green;
And grace the meadow and the road,
And cheer and charm the scene.
Thy rays upon the green;
And grace the meadow and the road,
And cheer and charm the scene.
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