SNOW-DKOP. 
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Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend, 
Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day. 
Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, way¬ 
lay 
The rising sun, and on the plains descend ) 
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend. 
Whose zeal outruns his promise ! Blue-eyed 
May 
Shall soon behold this border thickly set 
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing 
On the soft west wind and his frolic peers; 
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget. 
Chaste Snow-drop, vent’rous harbinger of 
Spring, 
And pensive monitor of fleeting years! 
The same. — iiowitt. 
The Snow-drop ! ’tis an English flower. 
And grows beneath our garden trees } 
For every heart it has a dower 
Of old and dear remembrances; 
All look upon it, and straightway 
Recall their youth, like yesterday ! 
Their sunny years, when forth they went 
Wandering in weariless content; 
Their little plot of garden ground, 
The pleasant orchard’s quiet bound > 
