SNOW-DROP. 
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So journeying onward in life’s varying track. 
Even while warm youth its bright illusion 
lends, 
Fond memory often with regret looks back 
To childhood’s pleasure, and to infant friends. 
The same. —langhorne. 
Poets still, in graceful numbers. 
May the glowing roses choose ; 
But the Snow-drop’s simple beauty 
Better suits an humble Muse. 
Earliest bud that decks the garden, 
Fairest of the fragrant race, 
First-born child of vernal Flora, 
Seeking mild thy lowly place ; 
Tho’ no warm or murmuring zephyr 
Fan thy leaves with balmy wing, 
Pleas’d we hail thee, spotless blossom, 
Herald of the infant Spring. 
Thro’ the cold and cheerless season 
Soft thy tender form expands, 
Safe in unaspiring graces. 
Foremost of the bloomy bands. 
White-rob’d flower, in lonely beauty, 
Rising from a wintry bed ; 
F 2 
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