II. TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY.

ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786.

1. Wee, modest, crimson-tippéd flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour;

For I maun crush amang the stoure
Thy slender stem.

To spare thee now is past my power,
Thou bonnie gem.

2. Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet,
The bonnie lark, companion meet!
Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet
Wi' spreckled breast,

When upward springing, blythe to greet
The purpling east.

3. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north
Upon thy early humble birth;

Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth
Amid the storm,

Scarce reared above the parent earth
Thy tender form.

4. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield,

High sheltering woods an' wa's maun shield;
But thou, beneath the random bield

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Thou lifts thy unassuming head
In humble guise:

But now the share uptears thy bed,
And low thou lies!

6. Such is the fate of artless maid,
Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade!
By love's simplicity betrayed,

And guileless trust,

Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid
Low i' the dust.

7. Such is the fate of simple bard,

On life's rough ocean luckless starred!
Unskilful he to note the card

Of prudent lore,

Till billows rage, and gales blow hard,
And whelm him o'er!

8. Such fate to suffering worth is given,

Who long with wants and woes has striven,
By human pride or cunning driven

To misery's brink,

Till, wrenched of every stay but Heaven,
He, ruined, sink!

9. Even thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate,
That fate is thine-no distant date;
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate,
Full on thy bloom,

Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight,
Shall be thy doom.

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III. FOR A' THAT, AND A' THAT.

1. Is there for honest poverty

That hangs his head, and a' that?
The coward slave, we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a that!
For a' that, and a' that,

Our toils obscure, and a' that;
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.

2. What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin-grey, and a' that;

Gie folks their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man's a man for a' that.

For a' that, and a' that,

Their tinsel show, and a' that;

The honest man, though e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.

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Wen Wordsworth

CHARACTERIZATION BY LOWELL.'

1. It cannot be denied that in Wordsworth the very highest powers of the poetic mind were associated with a certain tendency to the diffuse and commonplace. It is in the understand