62 
PRIMROSE. 
So Virtue blooms, brought forth amid the storms 
Of chill adversity; in some lone vvaik 
Of life she rears her head, 
Obscure and unobserved ; — 
While every bleaching breeze tha. on her blows. 
Chastens her spotless purity of breast, 
And hardens her to bear, 
Serene, the ills of life. 
THE PRIMROSE 
MRS. HEMANS. 
I saw it in my evening walk 
A little lonely flower; 
Under a hollow bank it grew, 
Deep in a mossy bower. 
An oak’s gnarl’d root to roof the cave, 
With gothic fretwork sprung, 
Whence jewell’d fern, and arum leaves, 
And ivy garlands hung. 
And close beneath came sparkling out, 
From an old tree’s fallen shell, 
A little rill, that dipt about 
The lady in her cell. 
And there, methought, wit! bashful pride 
She seem’d to sit and look 
On her own maiden loveliness, 
Pale imaged in the brook. 
