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53
PLUCKING DAISIES;
OR, THE ORPHANAGE AT THE FOOT OF ASHLEY HILL.
Oh for a field of grass with daisies pied!Such saw I once when orphan children came,
Who made the daisies partners of their game,
Forgot their tears, and laid their school aside.
These ran, and those with graveness would decide,
By fall of petal, love and fate and name:
Low bent, their milk-white bodices did shame
The flowers that generous morn had multiplied.
Their world was far beyond, but in that field
Was all they needed for the perilous way!
Child hearts, that took unquestioning God's yield;
Pure feet, whose steps the lowly flowers could stay!
Man might strain out and cry; these maidens kneeled,
With grateful hands, to what before them lay!
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