POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
227 
PRIMROSE TIME. 
Birds begin their sweet spring lays, 
Hedges grow in young bright green 
Suns light showers up with their rays’ 
Rainbows span the heavenly scene ■’ 
Every thing is sweet and young, ’ 
Every thing is in its prime. 
Music voices every tongue 
In Primrose Time, in Primrose Time ! 
Gauzy wings flit in the beam, 
Daisies bud amid the grass. 
Butterflies of summer dream 
And of May-day dreams the lass: 
Every thing is sweet and young, 
Every thing is in its prime, 
Music voices every tongue 
In Primrose Time, in Primrose Time ? 
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Redder lips ! eyes, brighter far! 
Pulses warmer, fonder beat. 
Fairer shines the evening star. 
Lighter trip the maiden’s feet; 
Every thing is sweet and j'oung, 
Every thing is in its prime, 
Music voices every tongue 
In Primrose Time, in Primrose Time 1 
