Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune <br />I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, <br />A host in the sunshine, an army in June, <br />The people God sends us to set our hearts free. <br /> <br />The bobolinks rallied them up from the dell, <br />The orioles whistled them out of the wood; <br />And all of their singing was, 'Earth, it is well!' <br />And all of their dancing was, 'Life, thou art good!'<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daises/
