I saw a delicate flower had grown up two feet high
between the horses' feet and the wheel-track.
Which Dakin's and Maynard's wagons had
Passed over many a time.
An inch more to the right or left had sealed its fate,
Or an inch higher. Yet it lived and flourished,
As much as if it had a thousand acres
Of untrodden space around it, and never
Knew the danger it incurred.
It did not borrow trouble, nor invite an
Evil fate by apprehending it.
