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primrose. 
That fittest to the pensive eye 
Displays the virtuous mind. 
I sought the garden’s boasted haunt. 
But on the gay parterre 
Carnations glow, and tulips flaunt ;— 
No humble flow’ret there. 
The flower you seek, the nymph replies. 
Has bow’d the languid head : 
For on its bloom the blazing skies 
Their sultry rage have shed. 
Yet search yon shade obscure, forlorn. 
Where rude the bramble grows; 
There, shaded by the humble thorn, 
The lingering primrose blows. 
The same. —bidlake. 
Pai.e Visitant of balmy Spring, 
Joy of the new-born year, 
That bid’st young Hope new-plume his wing. 
Soon as thy buds appear : 
While o’er the incense-breathing sky 
The tepid hours first dare to fly. 
And vainly woo the chilling breeze, 
That, bred in Winter’s frozen lap, 
Still strnggling chains the lingering sap 
W ithinthe widow’d trees. 
