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Daisy Time – by Marjorie Pickthall See, the grass is full of starsFallen in their brightness. Hearts they have of shining gold,Rays of shining whiteness. Buttercups have honeyed hearts,Bees they love the clover,But I love the daisies’ danceAll the meadow over Blow, O blow, you happy winds,Singing summer’s praises. Up the field and down the…