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FLORA’S, ALBUM. 
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Primrose, 
EARLY YOUTH. 
Who, for all that age can bring, 
Would forget life’s budding spring ? 
Hours of frolic! school-boy days! 
Full of merry pranks and plays ; 
When the untaught spirit beats 
With a thousand wild conceits ; 
When each pleasure, bright and new, 
Sparkles fresh with heavenly dew ; 
When the light that shines abroad 
Seems the very smile of God; — 
Who, in after toil and strife, 
Would forget the morn of life ? 
R. C. WATERSTON. 
Gay hope is theirs, by fancy fed, 
Less pleasing when possest ; 
The tear forgot as soon as shed, 
The sunshine of the breast : 
Theirs buxom health of rosy hue, 
Wild wit, invention ever new, 
And lively cheer, of vigor born; 
The thoughtless day, the easy night, 
The spirits pure, the slumbers light, 
That fly the approach of morn. GRAY. 


