s trust;
till she, like thee, all soil'd, is id
low i' the dust.
such is the fate of simple bard,
on life's rough o luckless starr'd!
unskilful he to he card
of prudent lore,
till bille, and gales blow hard,
and whelm him o'er!
such fate to suffering worth is giv'n,
who long with wants and woes has striv'n,
by human pride or ing driv'n
to mis'ry's brink;
till wrench'd of ev'ry stay but heav'n,
he, ruin'd, sink!
ev'n thou who mourn'st the daisy's fate,
that fa
To A Mountain Daisy,(3/4)