March. 2 9 
Thus as sweet Spring is bright and fair, 
Should youthful hearts be blythe and gay ; 
Enlivened as by Spring-time’s air 
In sweet contentment’s genial ray. 
Life is but short; then let's enjoy 
The gifts kind Providence has sent ; 
And let not discord’s voice destroy 
The bliss that’s in a life well spent. 
The Editor. 
TO A PRIMROSE. 
Welcome, pale primrose, starting up between 
Dead matted leaves of oak and ash, that strew 
The every lawn, the wood and meadow through, 
’ Mid creeping moss and ivy's darker green. 
How much thy presence beautifies the ground ! 
How sweet thy modest unaffected pride 
Glows on the sunny bank and wood's warm side ! 
And where thy fairy flowers in groups are found, 
The school-boy roams enchantedly along, 
Plucking the fairest with a rude delight ; 
While the meek shepherd stays his simple song 
To gaze a moment on the pleasing sight, 
O'erjoyed to see the flowers that truely bring 
The welcome news of sweet returning Spring. 
Clare. 
