PRIMROSE. 
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Who were but born 
Just as the modest morn 
Teem’d her refreshing dew 1 
Alas ! you have not known that shower 
That mars a flower ; 
Nor felt th’ unkind 
Breath of a blasting wind ; 
Nor are ye worn with years ; 
Nor warped as we, 
Who think it strange to see 
Such pretty flowers like to orphans young, 
To speak by tears before ye have a tongue. 
Speak, * * * * and make known 
The reason why 
Ye droop and weep ; 
Is it for want of sleep. 
Or childish lullaby ? 
Or that ye have not seen as yet 
The violet ? 
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No, no ; this sorrow, shown 
By your tears shed. 
Would have this lecture read, 
That things of greatest, so of meanest worth. 
Conceived with grief are, and with tears 
brought forth. 
