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THE POETRY OF FLIHV] 
THE PRIMROSE OF THE ROOK. 
by WORDSWORTH. 
A ROCK there is whose lonely front 
The passing traveller slights; 
Yet there the glow-worms hang their la 
Like stars, at various heights; 
Ami one coy primrose to that rock 
The vernal breeze invites. 
mpa, 
What hideous warfare hath been waged 
What kingdoms overthrown, 
Since first I spied that primrose tuft 
And mark’d it for my own ! 
A lasting link in nature’s chain 
From highest heaven let down. 
■ no oieins, 
itie flowers, still faithful t 
Their fellowship renew; 
The stems are faithful to the root 
That worketh out of view • ’ 
And to the rock the root adheres 
In every fibre true. 
Close chugs to earth the living rock, 
1 hough threatening still to fall; 
The earth is constant to her sphere, 
And God upholds then all; 
