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Daisy Times by Marjorie Pickthall See, the grass is full of stars, Fallen 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' dance All the meadow over. Blow, O blow, you happy winds, Singing summer's praises, Up the field and down the field A-dancing with the daisies. Go to Poll
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ABOUT the beginning of the 20th century, the attention of many readers was attracted strongly to the remarkable character of the contributions of a 17 year old girl to the Young People's Corner of the Mail and Empire. It was evident that a genius of a rare order had appeared in Canadian literature.
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