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THE COUNTRY MAID AND THE PIMPERNEL- 
FLOWER,* 
I’ll go and peep at the Pimpernel, 
And see if she think the clouds look well; 
For, if the sun shine. 
And ’tis like to be fine, 
I shall go to the fair. 
For iny sweetheart is there :— 
So, Pimpernel, what bode the clouds and the sky ? 
If fair weather, no maiden so merry as L” 
The Pimpernel-flower had folded up 
Her little gold star in her coral cup; 
And unto the maid 
Thus her warning said: 
“ Though the smi smile down. 
There’s a gathering frown 
O’er the chequered blue of the clouded sky; 
So tarry at home, for a stonn is nigh.” 
* The Pimpernel, called familiarly “ Poor-man’s Weather-glass,” closes in 
(lamp or rainy weather. 
