TO THE DAISY

“Her divine skill taught me this,

That from every thing I saw

I could some instruction draw,

And raise pleasure to the height

Through the meanest object's sight.

By the murmur of a spring,

Or the least bough's rustelling;

By a Daisy whose leaves spread

Shut when Titan goes to bed;

Or a shady bush or tree;

She could more infuse in me

Than all Nature's beauties can

In some other wiser man.”