OK, LANGUAGE OF FLOWEKS. 219 
“ Yet seek yon shade, obscure, forlorn, 
Where rude the bramble grows ; 
There shaded by the humble thorn, 
The lingering Primrose blows.” 
Mickle. 
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PRIMROSE. 
Why do ye weep, sweet babes P can tears 
Speak grief in you, 
Who were but born 
Just as the modest morn 
Teemed her refreshing dew P 
Alas! you have not known that shower 
That mars a flower; 
Nor felt the unkind 
Breath of a blasting wind; 
Nor are ye worn with years; 
Or warped, as we, 
Who think it strange to see 
Such pretty flowers, like to orphans young, 
Speaking by tears before ye have a tongue. 
Speak, whimpering younglings, and make known 
The reason why 
Ye droop, and weep; 
