Behold the pretty daisy,
So simple and so sweet,
Which men so often trample,
Unnoticed, ‘neath their feet.
So humble and so modest,
It decks the grassy sod,
And greets its own dear Maker –
The Universal God.

But God-made man too often,
In pride and ignorance,
Admires his own perfections,
But looks on God’s askance;
Proud man! Blind man! Thy antics
The daisies blush to see;
They hang their heads in mourning
O God-like man! For thee.

Behold this little daisy!
Not all earth’s vaunted power,
Not all earth’s wise and great men
Could make this simple flower.
None could, save God, create it –
The daisy, shy and sweet,
Which men so often trample,
Unnoticed, ‘neath their feet.

Michael Mullin
‘The Bard of Foremass’

Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.