Token Flowers. Oh, Not The Daisy, For The Love Of God! Take Not The Daisy; Let It Bloom Apace Untouch'D Alike By Splendour Or Disgrace Of Party Feud. Its Stem Is Not A Rod; And No One Fears, Or Hates It, On The Sod. It Laughs, Exultant, In The Morning'S Face, And Everywhere Doth Fill A Lowly Place, Though Fraught With Favours For The Darkest Clod. 'Tis Said The Primrose Is A Party Flower, And Means Coercion, And The Coy Renown Of One Who Toil'D For Country And For Crown. This May Be So! But, In My Lady'S Bower, It Means Content, - A Hope, - A Golden Hour. Primroses Smile; And Daisies Cannot Frown!