EVENING PRIMROSE. 



Fair flower, that shun'st the glare of day, 

 Yet lov'st to open, meekly bold, 



To evening's hues of sober grey, 

 Thy cup of paly gold. 



I love at such an hour to mark 



Thy beauty greet the night-breeze chill, 

 And shine, 'mid shadows gathering dark, 



The garden's glory still. 



For such 'tis sweet to think the while, 



When cares and grief the breast invade, 

 Is friendship's animating smile 



In sorrow's darkening shade. 



Barton. 



(Enothera biennis. Evening Primrose. 



From two Greek words, one signifying wine, the other im- 

 bued with it : the root having a vinous scent when dried. 



Opening Closing 



At sunset. At 5 or 6 



in the morning. 



