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, from its home in England's* soil, A daisy's root I drew, Amid whose moistened crown of leaves A healthful bud crept through, And whispered in its infant ear That it should cross the sea, A cherished emigrant, and share A western home with me.

Methought it shrank, at first, and paled; But when on ocean's tide Strong waves and awful icebergs frowned, And manly courage died, It calmly reared its crested head And smiled amid the storm, As if old Magna Charta's soul Inspired its fragile form.