PRIMROSE. 
83 
A BOUQUET. 
M. E. LEE. 
Primroses, 
Which when the shadows fall 
Like soft dreams o'er the earth, 
And all around a Sabbath reigns 
As at Creation’s birth, 
Burst the magic bonds of clay, 
And greet with smiles the sun’s last ray. 
CROLY. 
The flowers are Nature’s jewels, with whose wealth 
She decks her summer beauty; Primrose sweet, 
With blossoms of pure gold ; enchanting Rose, 
That like a virgin queen salutes the sun, 
Dew-diademed. 
ANON. 
Of maiden modesty and tender truth 
The Primrose is the type; as ’tis of youth. 
