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ADDITIONAL AND 
Will ye not follow? Ye safe shall be 
In the green moss under the sycamore tree. 
And, oh! there is health in the clear, cold 
breeze, 
And a sound of joy in the leafless trees ■ 
And the sun is pale, yet his pleasant gleam 
Has waken’d the earth, and unchain’d the 
stream; 
And the soft west-wind, oh, it gently blows ! 
Hasten to follow, pale lady Primrose ! 
And Hyacinth graceful and Crocus gay, 
For we have not met this many a day. 
Follow us, follow us ! follow us then. 
All ye whose home is in grove or glen. 
Why do ye linger ? Who else is coming, 
Now Spring is awake with the wild bees’ 
humming ? 
THE FAIREST FLOWER, 
ANON. 
Humility, the fairest, loveliest flower 
That bloom’d in Paradise, and the first that 
died— 
Has scarcely blossom’d since in mortal soil; 
It is so frail, so delicate a thing. 
That if it look upon itself, it’s gone ; 
And he who ventures to esteem it his, 
Shows by that single thought he has it not. 
