orm,
scarce rear'd above the pareh
thy tender form.
the funting flow'rs ardens yield,
high shelt&# woods and wa's maun shield;
but thou, beh the random bield
o' clod or stane,
adorns the histie stibble field,
unseen, ane.
there, in thy sty mantle cd,
thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread,
thou lifts thy unassuming head
in humble guise;
but now the share uptears thy bed,
and low thou lies!
such is the fate of artless maid,
sweet flow'ret of the rural shade!
by love's simplicity betray'd,
and guileles
To A Mountain Daisy,(2/4)