Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere, <br />Bold in maternal Nature's care, <br />And all the long year through the heir <br /> Of joy or sorrow; <br />Methinks that there abides in thee <br />Some concord with humanity, <br />Given to no other flower I see <br /> The forest thorough! <br /> <br />Is it that Man is soon deprest? <br />A thoughtless Thing! who, once unblest, <br />Does little on his memory rest, <br /> Or on his reason, <br />And Thou would'st teach him how to find <br />A shelter under every wind, <br />A hope for times that are unkind <br /> And every season? <br /> <br />Thou wander'st the wide world about, <br />Uncheck'd by pride or scrupulous doubt, <br />With friend to greet thee, or without, <br /> Yet pleased and willing; <br />Meek, yielding to the occasion's call, <br />And all things suffering from all, <br />Thy function apostolical <br /> In peace fulfilling.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-daisy-third-poem/
