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An angel found a daisy where it lay / On Heaven's highroad of transparent gold, / And, turning to one near, he said, "I pray, / Tell me what manner of strange bloom I hold. / You came a long, long way -- perchance you know / In what far country such fair flowers blow?"
Then spoke the other: "Turn thy radiant face / And gaze with me down purple depth of space. / See, where the stars lie spilled upon the night, / Like amber beads that hold a yellow light. / Note one that burns with faint yet steady glow; / It is the Earth -- and there these blossoms grow. / Some little child from that dear, distant land / Hath borne this hither in his dimpled hand."
Still gazed he down. "Ah, friend," he said, "I, too, / Oft crossed the fields at home where daisies grew. "