EVENING PRIMROSE . 
(Silent Love.) 
“ Love us as emblems, night’s dewy flowers.”—Mrs. HkmAns. 
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HE evening primrose is dedicated by Roman 
Catholics to St. Elizabeth, Queen of Portugal. 
It has not elicited so many poetical addresses as 
its sister of the day, yet has not been quite overlooked. 
Keats mused thus on 
“A tufc of evening primroses, 
O’er which the mind may hover till it dozes ; 
O’er which it well might take a pleasant sleep, 
But that ’tis ever startled by the leap 
Of buds into ripe flowers.” 
THE EVENING PRIMROSE. 
LANGHORNE. 
There are that love the shades of life, 
And shun the splendid walks of fame; 
There are that hold it rueful strife 
To risk Ambition’s losing game; 
That far from envy’s lurid eye 
The fairest fruits of genius rear, 
Content to see them bloom and die 
In friendship’s small but kindly sphere. 
