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The Canadian Horticulturist. 



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THE ENGLISH PRIMROSE. 



(For the Canadian Horticulturist.) 



ALE Primrose, with thy starlike face 



Now paler still, 

 Dost thou not like Canadian skies 



And winter's chill? 

 Thoughts thronging come of early days 



And " scads"* of showers. 

 When roaming through the shady lanes 



In search of flowers. 

 But Canada's a glorious land 



Of generous soil. 

 Thousands, aye thousands, now set free 



From half-paid toil. 

 No Proctor 'mong our fields of grain 



May calculate 

 How many " tenths " of this and that 



He now may take. 

 A retrospect is sometimes good 



To awaken gratitude, 



For daily mercies here enjoyed 



And wholesome food. 



Yet blessings of a higher boon 



To us is given, 



Freedom to worship God alone, 



The God of Heaven. 



Owen Sound, 1890. 



Mrs. Dr. Manly. 



'Scad." — Ask a countryman in Devonshire, WilJ it rain to-day? Tbie answer is, "Only a few scads, sir.' 



