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Auckland Times, Volume 2, Issue 53, 16 January 1844, Page 4

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Y© AN ENGLISH DAISY BLOWING IN THE TlloPics; Thrice welcome, little English Flower! My mother*connlry*d white ami red* tn rose or lily, till tl»£s hour, Never to me such h-ausy spread ; Transplanted from thine island-bed, A treasure in a grain of earth. Strange as a spirit from the dead', Thine embryo sprang to bit tk. Thrice weleome. little English Flower ! Whose tribes beneath our natal skies Shut close their le ives yrhiie vapour* lower} Hot when the sun’s gay beams arise, With unabashed but modest Follow his motion to the west, Nor cease to gaze till day light dies'* Then fold themselves to lest. Thrice welcome, little English Flower ! To this resDiendent hemisphere, “Where Flora's giant-offspring tower In gorgeous liveries all the year 'j Thou, only Thou, art little here, „ Like worth unfriended or unknown, Yet to niy British heart more dear Than *ll the tornd zone. Thrice welcome, little English Flower! , Ofearlv scenes beloved by me While hippy in my fathers bower, Thou shaft the blithe memorial be ; The fairy sports of infancy, Youth’s golden age, and manhood'* prime', Some, country kindred, friends, —-with the* Are mine in this fair clime. Thrice welcome, little English Flower! I'll rear thee with a trembling hand ; Ob ! for the April sun and shower, 'I he sweet May-dews of that fair landj Where Daisies, tbiok as starlight, stand In every walk !—that here might shoot Tby scions, and thy buds expand, A hundred from one root! Thrice welcome, little English Flow*H To me the pledge of hope unseen ; When sorrow would my soul o’erpbwer For joys that were, or might have bee 4, 2’II call to mind, how, fresh and preen, I saw thee waking fro them dust, Then turn to heaven with brow serene, And place in Got) my trust.