Songs from a Northern Garden

by Bliss Carman


 

MALYN'S DAISY


 

You know it. Rays of ashy blue 
Around a centre small and golden, 
An autumn face of cheery hue 
And fashion olden.

When the year rests at Michaelmas

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Before the leaves must vanish faster,
The country people see it pass 
And call it aster.

It does not come with joy and June; 
It knows God's time is sometimes tardy;

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And waits until we need the boon 
Of spirit hardy.

So unobtrusive, yet so fair, 
About a world it makes so human, 
Its touch of grace is everywhere— 

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Just like a woman.

Along the road and up the dike 
It wanders when the noons are hazy, 
To tell us what content is like; 
That's Malyn's daisy.

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