46 
THE PRIMROSE. 
So virtue blooms, brought forth amid the storms 
Of chill adversity—in some lone walk 
Of life she rears her head, 
Obscure and unobserved; 
While every bleaching breeze that on her blows 
Hastens her spotless purity of breast. 
And hardens her to bear 
Serene the ills of life. 
H. K. White. 
