HE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
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AN EARLY PRIMROSE 
BY H. K. WHITE. 
Mitp o se ing of a dark and sullen sire. 
Whose modest ee so delicately fine, 
Was nursed in whirling storms, 
And cradled in the w ind. 
Thee, when young Spring first 
Winter’s sway, 
And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight— 
Thee on this bank he threw, 
To mark his 

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ow vale, the promise of the year, 
hou openest to the nipping gale, 
nnoticed and alone, 
‘hy tender elegance. 
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So virtue blooms, brought forth amid the storms 
Of chill adversity, in some lone walk 
Of life she rears her head, 
eee and unobserved ; 
While every bleaching breeze that on her hlows, 
Chastens her spotless purity of breast, 
And hardens her to bear 
Serene the ills of life 
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