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little here to do or see

Of things that in the great world be,

Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee,

For thou art worthy,

Thou unassuming Common-place

Of Nature, with that homely face,

And yet with something of a grace,

Which Love makes for thee!

Oft do I sit by thee at ease,

And weave a web of similies,

Loose types of Things through all degrees,

Thoughts of thy raising: