FLOEA’S ALBDM. 
Primrose. 
early youth. 
Who, for all that age can bring, 
Would forget life’s budding spring ? 
Hours of frohc ! school-boy days! 
EuU of merry pranks and plays ; 
When the untaught spirit beats 
With a thousand wild conceits; 
When each pleasure, bright and new, 
Sparkles fresh with heavenly dew; 
When the light that shines abroad 
Seems the very smile of God;_ 
Who, in after toil and strife. 
Would forget the morn of life ? 
H- C. Watbestoit. 
Gay hope is theirs, by fancy fed, 
less pleasing when possest; 
The tear forgot as soon as shed, 
The sunshine of the breast : 
Theirs buxom health of rosy hue 
Wild wit, invention ever new. 
And lively cheer, of vigor born; 
The thoughtless day, the easy night. 
The spirits pure, the slumbers light. 
That fly the approach of morn. Gbat 
