PRIMROSE. 
7i 
So Virtue blooms, brought forth amid the 
storms 
Of chill adversity; in some lone walk 
Of life she rears her head, 
Obscure and unobserved ;— 
W hile every bleaching breeze that on her 
blows, 
Chastens her spotless purity of breast. 
And hardens her to bear 
Serene, the ills of life. 
The same. — lacey. 
Simple pledge of Spring’s returning, 
Pleasing ’tis to see thy bloom. 
Winter’s rudest terrors spurning. 
Peeping forth from Nature’s tomb. 
Thy fair form betokens pleasure ; 
Though now piercing winds assail, 
Spring, creation’s brightest treasure. 
Soon will breathe a warmer gale. 
Yet, mild flower, thy fate too often 
Emblem is of infant woe; 
When warm airs stein winter soften, 
Thy pale petals burst and blow. 
