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THE LANGUAGE OF FLO WEES. 
TO PRIMROSES. 
ROBERT HERRICK. 
Why do ys weep, sweet babes ? can tears 
Speak grief in you, 
Who were but born 
Just as the modest morn 
Teemed her refreshing dew ? 
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 ; 
Is it for want of sleep, 
Or childish lullaby ? 
Or that ye have not seen as yet 
The violet ? 
Or brought a kiss 
From that sweetheart to this ? 
No, no ; this sorrow, shown 
By your tears shed, 
Would have this lecture read : 
That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, 
Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought 
forth. 
