& care not where they dwell
Beside the garden pales
Their silver bloom prevails
& glads the childrens tales
While sitting there at play
In the grass they come & crowd
Wherever weeds allowed
A footing they are proud
In glad springs early day
Sallows that by the little pond recline
& sweetly shine
In tasselled gold seem not so sweet as thine
Low blooming at their foot
Ive thought so when a boy
In plays employ
Racing the lambs in joy
& resting at its root
The blackthorns like a sheet
& faintly sweet
Pale March in hedges meet
Like snows in bloom
But daisies came before
On green and moor
& ere snowstorms were oer
I saw them come
The mind will dream and cling
To pleasant things
That come again with spring
As when health used to go
Down little paths & spy
Cowslips so nigh
That as we wandered by
Would pat agen the shoe
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