POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
37 
TO A FADED PRIMROSE. 
This lovely gem of “ the darling of the year,” appears 
amongst us in April. Its Swedish name is Maj-nycklar, or 
the Key of May, the first month of the almost instantaneous 
summer of high latitudes.—“ How abundant are the associ¬ 
ations connected with even the least of the works of God.” 
II. 
Well do I love to look on thee, thou sweet and 
simple flower, 
Thy beauty oft hath cheer’d my heart in sorrow’s 
pensive hour; 
But now with moistened eye I mark thy glowing 
tints decay, 
And sigh to think that aught I love so soon should 
pass away. 
Tbou wert an early favourite—in boyhood’s happy 
days 
I loved to haunt the spot where thou thy modest 
head did raise; 
And watch with passionate delight thy small leaves 
brightly bloom, 
Which breathed on every passing breeze their de¬ 
licate perfume. 
