The World is very old;
But year by year
It groweth new again
When buds appear.
The World is very old,
And sometimes sad;
But when the daisies come
The World is glad.
The World is very old;
Bet every Spring
It groweth young again,
And fairies sing.
Cicely Mary Barker - Flower Fairies of the Spring
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