The Daisy and The Child
She was but a child of tender years Laughing, happy and gay, Decking her hair with the sweet young flowers, As we strolled along one day. But she plucked one pale pink daisy bloom, Gave it to me and smiled, Twas then I saw the likeness Twixt the Daisy, Twixt the Daisv and the Child. God decked the mountains with wild flowers,, The valley and the down, He made the children sweet and pure Bright diadems for his crown But how oft we see some withered bloom, Where ruthless foot hath trod, And how oft we see some pure sweet child Decoyed away, Decoyed away from God. Oh tender sweet wild daisy blooms, I'll love thee more and more, Tha oft rejected and despised As our Savior was of yore; And when mine eyes in death shall close, , No more to see thee bloom, I would that some sweet prattling child Might strew thee, Might strew thee on my tomb. T. Short, / Leith St., Dunedin.
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Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, 19 February 1947, Page 3
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170The Daisy and The Child Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, 19 February 1947, Page 3
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