SNOW-DROP. 
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“On embassies of love. 
“ A fiery legion, at thy birth, 
“ Of chastening woes were given, 
“ To pluck thy flowers of Hope from earth, 
“ And plant them high 
“ O’er yonder sky, 
“ Transform’d to stars,—and fix’d in heaven.” 
The same. —mrs. robinson. 
The snow-drop. Winter’s timid child. 
Awakes to life, bedew’d with tears ; 
And flings around it fragrance mild. 
And when no rival flowerets bloom 
Amid the bare and chilling gloom, 
A beauteous gem appears ! 
All, weak and wan, with head inclin’d, 
Its parent breast the drifted snow ; 
It trembles while the ruthless wind 
Bends its slim form; the tempest lowers, 
Its emerald eye drops crystal showers 
On its cold bed below. 
Poor flower ! on thee the sunny beam 
No touch of genial warmth bestows 3 
Except to thaw the icy stream, 
