CHINESE PRIMROSE. 
Hail, lovely stranger! in thy face 
Sweet innocence lies painted; 
Thy smiles recall those blissful days, 
E’er I with Vice was tainted. 
And e’en while now I scan thy charms, 
A pleasing thrill runs o’er me, 
My breast no low’ring cloud alarms, 
And hope exults before me. 
