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Floral Poetry. 
TO THE SMALL CELANDINE. 
ANSIES, Lilies, King-cups, Daisies, 
Let them live upon their praises ; 
Long as there’s a sun that sets, 
Primroses will have their glory ; 
Long as there are Violets, 
They will have a place in story; 
There’s a flower that shall be mine, 
’Tis the little Celandine. 
Ere a leaf is on the bush, 
In the time before the thrush 
Has a thought about her nest, 
Thou wilt come with half a call, 
Spreading out thy glossy breast 
Like a careless prodigal; 
Telling tales about the sun, 
When we’ve little warmth, or none. 
Comfort have thou of thy merit, 
Kindly unassuming spirit ! 
Careless of thy neighbourhood, 
Thou dost show thy pleasant face 
On the moor, and in the wood, 
In the lane—there’s not a place, 
Howsoever mean it be, 
But ’tis good enough for thee. 
Ill befall the yellow flowers, 
Children of the flaring hours! 
Buttercups that will be seen, 
Whether we will see or no; 
