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POETRY OF FLOWERS. £63 
PRIMROSE TIME. 
Brirps begin their sweet spring lays, 
Hedges grow in young bright green, 
Suns light showers up with their rays, 
Rainbows span the heavenly scene ; 
Every thing is sweet and young, 
Every thing is in its prime, 
Music voices every tongue 
In Primrose Time, in Primrose Time! 
Gauzy wings flit in the beam, 
Daisies bud amid the grass, 
Butterflies of summer dream, 
And of May-day dreams the lass5 
Every thing is sweet and young, 
Every thing is in its prime, 
Music voices every tongue 
In Primrose Time, in Primrose Time ! 
Redder lips! eyes, brighter far ! 
Pulses warmer, fonder beat, 
Fairer shines the evening star, 
Lighter trip the maiden’s fects 
Every thing is sweet and young, 
Every thing is in its prime, 
Music voices every tongue 
In Primrose Time, in Primrose Time } 

