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PRIMROSE. 
ISarlg IDautlj. 
YWY Y dearest, mark how green the groves, 
AOA -phe Primrose banks how fair ! 
The balmy gales awake the flowers, 
And wave thy lovely hair. 
These wild-wood flowers I’ve pulled to deck 
That spotless breast of thine ; 
The courtier’s gems may witness love, 
But ’tis not love like mine ! 
Burns. 
TO A PRIMROSE. 
\ QKELCOME, pale Primrose starting up between 
" * Dead matted leaves of Oak and Ash, that strew 
The every lawn, the wood and meadow through, 
’Mid creeping Moss and Ivy’s darker green. 
How much thy presence beautifies the ground ! 
How sweet thy modest unaffected pride 
Glows on the sunny bank and wood’s warm side ! 
And where thy fairy flowers in groups are found, 
The school-boy roams enchantedly along, 
Plucking the fairest with a rude delight; 
While the meek shepherd stays his simple song 
To gaze a moment on the pleasing sight, 
O’erjoyed to see the flowers that truly bring 
The welcome news of sweet returning Spring. 
Clare. 
& -:-—- -4 
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