
THE FOETRY OF FLOWERS. 



















, 
TO AN EARLY PRIMROSE i 
BY H. K. WHITE. { 
Mitp offspring of a dark and sullen sire! is i) | 
tat Whose modest form, so delicately fine, . 
Was nursed in whirling storms, 
| And cradled in the wind. 
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Thee, when young Spring first question’d 
) Winter’s sway, 
And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight— Mid 
Thee on this bank he threw, Nit 
To mark his victory. 
in tnis row vale, the promise of the year, 
Serene thou openest to the nipping gale, High 
Unnoticed and alone, en 
Thy tender elegance. 

So virtue blooms, brought forth amid the storms i 
Of chill adversity, in some lone walk | 
Of life she rears her head, 
Obscure and unobserved ; i GA 
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While every bleaching breeze that on her blows, 
Chastens her spotless purity of breast, Fain 
And hardens her to bear ab 
Serene the ills of life. tk 

