To the same Flower (Daisy)

Bright flower, whose home is every where!A Pilgrim bold in Nature's care,And all the long year through the heirOf joy or sorrow,Methinks that there abides in theeSome concord with humanity,Given to no other Flower I seeThe forest thorough!

Is it that Man is soon deprest?A thoughtless Thing! who, once unblest,Does little on his memory rest,Or on his reason,And Thou would'st teach him how to findA shelter under every wind,A hope for times that are unkindAnd every season?

Thou wanderest the wide world about,Unchecked by pride or scrupulous doubt,With friends to greet thee, or without,Yet pleased and willing;Meek, yielding to the occasion's call,And all things suffering from all,Thy function apostolicalIn peace fulfilling.