Indeed, where find a hardier flower ? 



Bom when the Spring wind chilly blows, 

 Still beautiful in Summer's days — 



O rare Primrose ! 



WILLIAM H. DAVIES. 



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TO VIOLETS 



ELCOME, maids of honour, 



You do bring 



In the spring. 

 And wait upon her. 



She has virgins many, 



Fresh and fair ; 



Yet you are 

 More sweet than any. 



You 're the maiden posies. 



And so graced 



To be placed 

 'Fore damask roses. 



Yet though thus respected, 



By-and-by 



Ye do lie. 

 Poor girls, neglected. 



HERRICK. 



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